Note to self: when making a new cabin, remember to make sure the roof is capable of holding our weight.
I climbed up the ladder to the top of the cabin that I helped design for the new campers. As I set my foot down on the roof it created a creaking sound. I ignored it and set my second foot on the roof. I walked to the middle of it only to fall through, hearing a sharp crack. I cried out in pain as the dust settled around me. I tried to move my legs but they didn't move. The construction workers ran into the building. They yelled out my name.
"Over here! I think my legs are broken!" I shouted back, notifying them where I was. Soon they found me and lifted me off to the infirmary.
2 hours later…
Apparently, I had broken both of my legs pretty severely. Ambrosia or nectar didn't help; it only eased the pain but that was it. Soon Percy rushed into the infirmary room, looking like he'd just ran a marathon. He breathed quickly and heavily and sweated out a waterfall. The doctors estimated that I'd be in bed for at least a month or less. Percy explained that he'd try and devote as much time by my side as possible. I said it wasn't necessary but he insisted.
My entire legs were in a white cast that had been signed by a couple of demigods. The handwriting was atrocious but I appreciated the thought. I hated the fact that I would be stuck in a bed for a month. Who knows all the opportunities that I'd miss? I would be able to complete two new cabins. All the things I've been through only to be temporarily handicapped by a stupid, weak roof! It frustrated me!
2 months later…
My two months seemed to pass by faster than I expected. The only thing that sucked about it was that I felt like a liability, an obstacle. Percy would sometimes feed me despite the fact that I could feed myself. He kept on insisting and I kept on denying but eventually, it got annoying to where I just gave in. It was sweet that he wanted to take care of me, but it made me feel like a baby.
My months consisted of: breakfast, T.V. or sleep; lunch, T.V. or sleep; dinner, T.V. until I fell asleep. Usually, Percy or a doctor would bring me the food. It really sucked. I tried to see if I could get a computer or some device but, of course, demigods can't have devices without attracting monsters. So I just laid there probably getting fat.
When the doctors announced that I was able to break free from my casts and the bed. I immediately wanted to get up and stand. Of course I couldn't since the casts still restrained me. The doctors undid the velcros and the wraps. I slowly swung my feet off the bed. It felt good to stretch out my legs. That's when I noticed that I had more flab than usual. My legs looked bigger than normal as well. Great. I gained weight. I sighed in exasperation. "I need to lose this weight. Now!" I demanded, not really expecting to lose weight at the exact moment.
"Sorry, Annabeth, but your bones are fragile. Exercise could possibly break them again. You'll have to take small walks for now. But no treadmill or hikes. We understand that you've gained weight. Sitting in bed for that long and eating doesn't do anyone's figure too it makes you feel any better, no one will notice. It's not that noticeable," the doctor explained as he held his wooden clipboard.
"This is outrageous! Someone should've warned me before I sat on a bed for approximately a month!" I expressed, causing the sleeping patients to wake up. I stomped my feet only to cry out in pain. "Ouch! Was not expecting that!"
Percy came in. He looked surprised and happy to see me standing. "Hey, Wise Girl. Good to see you standing up. You good?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Percy! Apparently! Sitting on a bed for a month gets you a bit fatter! And I'm pissed!" I pull up my shirt, stopping it right below my breasts. The pajamas that I usually wore every night had seemed to get smaller and a bit of my stomach hung over it. Percy gave me a dumbfounded look.
"Uh, Annabeth, you look great. It's just a tiny love muffin. That's it. You're still hot as ever. Plus you look good with a little bit of weight!" Percy exclaimed.
"Hmph," I grunted in disagreement. "I will lose this weight," I declared. I sat back on the bed letting out a sigh.
"Annabeth, we'll have to run a few x-rays and whatnot so you just sit right here while we get the medical equipment ready," the doctor explained. He turned around following a pair of nurses into what I assumed was the x-ray room. Percy sat next to me on the bed.
"C'mon. It's not that bad," he said with a smirk. He began to poke at my stomach. I maintained my expression which was frustrated. He faked a sad face and then returned to poking my stomach which only caused me to get a bit more frustrated before he pecked my cheek. I couldn't help myself but smile. I laid my head upon his shoulder in which he laid his head upon my resting head. "I love you, Wise Girl."
"Love you too, Seaweed Brain," I replied with the expected. Soon the doctors returned.
"We're ready. Want to take the wheelchair, crutches, or want to try yourself?" He asked. I was determined to walk over to the x-ray room without any type of support.
"I'll walk. I'm sure it'll be fine," I declared. I stood up, steadying myself with the bed frame. I let go of the bed frame, standing in one place but shaking like an earthquake. "C'mon, Annabeth. You can do this," I cheered myself on. I took one step forward which reminded me of the old Christmas movie. I place one foot forward, then the other foot, then the other foot. I did this till I was able to lean against the infirmary walls. Percy and the doctors watched me, occasionally giving me a cheer or two. I used the wall as a support until I realized that relying too much on the wall defeated my purpose of not using any type of support. I pushed myself off, almost losing my balance as if I was on a thin wire that was spread across a deep canyon. As I got closer to the door, I slowly got the hang of it. It was like riding a bicycle!
I only had a few more steps to the door before I fell down and hit the floor face first, instantaneously knocking myself out.
I woke up again in the infirmary bed. I opened my eyes which were a bit blurry. "Wha-what happened? Did I make it?" I asked no one. Percy came into my vision but his face looked a bit different. "You almost made its, Sweetheart. Sadly though you hit the floor pretty hard and knocked yourself out. But you're alright!" My boyfriend explained. He put something into my mouth which crumbled once it hit my tongue. It tasted amazing! Instantly my vision cleared and I was a bit more conscious of what was happening. Figures so much for an independent Annabeth!