Sorry, the chapters are uber short, but it's my first fic!
Well Annabeth was utterly humiliated, and the embarrassment wasn't helping her medical status. Percy was going to make a quick visit, hopefully to help Annabeth cheer up.
As soon as Percy walked in, he knew he'd be fighting a losing battle. Clarisse was just walking out, laughing with her siblings from the Ares cabin; something about stupid daughters of Athena. As soon as Percy glanced at Annabeth, he almost fell apart.
She was lying on a cot, obviously pretending to be asleep. Her hair was a rat's nest, and her leg was bandaged. She plainly didn't want any visitors, and proved that to be so by saying, "Go away Clarisse, or would you like my revenge to take place now?"
"It's alright Annabeth; it's just me,"
"Oh, phew, thought it was like Silena (A/N: Let's pretend that everyone is alive, OK? ) coming in again to feel sorry for me."
"But I feel sorry for you too!"
"Ugh, not you too! Listen, I'm just fine, and will be out of here as soon as Mr. D. gets the nectar and ambrosia."
"Annabeth, you being a daughter of Athena, I guess you know as well as I do that Mr. D. will take his immortal time getting back from Olympus."
"He can't dawdle forever."
"Well, actually…"
"Percy, please, just go. I really don't want your sympathy.
That comment hurt Percy. Annabeth must be pretty upset if she didn't want his affection. Poor Annabeth.