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Sick
Annabeth sits at her desk, head in her hands as she stares at the mass of papers scattered over the wood. A coffee cup sits near her right hand, long forgotten and bitterly cold. A huff leaves her and she drops her head to the desktop, trying to stop the words from flying off the papers and swimming circles around her head. Annabeth groans, the headache pounding just behind her storm grey eyes. Every beat of her heart can be felt in her head, like a hammer pounding repeatedly on her skull.
A hand gently rests on Annabeth's shoulder. She turns her head just slightly to the left to see Percy's worried face. He squats down to eye level, knees popping as he does so. "Are you okay?" he asks quietly, but it still elicits a groan from Annabeth's mouth. She squeezes her eyes closed when he puts the back of his hand to her forehead. "You're burning up," he whispers, cupping her face in his hands.
"I'm fine," Annabeth grinds out through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the pain. She really needs to finish these schematics for New Olympus.
"Annabeth," he waits for her to open her eyes before continuing. "Tell me what's wrong." His green eyes are serious, chastising his girlfriend.
She can't take it any longer. "Headache," Annabeth manages, suppressing another groan as the hammer in her skull turns into a nuke.
Percy stands, slowly helping Annabeth to her feet. He offers to carry her and Annabeth doesn't hesitate to accept—she is so tired all of a sudden. Percy gently sweeps Annabeth off her feet, holding her tight so as to not jostle her as he walks. She cuddles into his chest. Moments later, he lays Annabeth on the bed, pulling back the covers and tucking her in. "I'll be right back," he says, disappearing the way the two came.
The curly-headed blonde rolls over, burrowing deeper into the blankets. She is so cold. A shiver runs down Annabeth's spine, making her shudder as if she were standing barefoot in snow. Percy walks back in the room, a glass of ice water in his hand and some medicine. "Here, take this," he says, helping Annabeth sit up.
She takes the medicine, still feebly protesting that she is fine enough to work on the schematics. Percy ignores her protests with a roll of his eyes, which causes Annabeth to pout. He chuckles lightly, kissing the blonde's forehead. "You aren't working, no matter how cute you look."
A faint smile makes its way to Annabeth's face as she snuggles back into the bed. She is on the brink of sleep when the bed shifts and coolness envelops her body as the blankets are moved. Annabeth shivers, but the cold is soon replaced with the warmth of Percy's body spooning hers. He drapes his arm over Annabeth's waist, pulling her close to his chest. He presses a feather-light kiss to her temple, murmuring something about getting better soon. Annabeth falls asleep within seconds, wrapped in Percy's embrace.