Percy P.O.V.
I woke up on something soft… kinda felt fluffy too. I think it was a pillow or something. I could hear a soft beeping noise, which got pretty annoying.
Where was I? The last thing I remembered was stepping out of the car after a hard day of work, and desperately wanting to eat some of those blue chocolate chip cookies my mom brought over. After that, my mind went blank.
What had happened? I suddenly came from in front of my house, to a bed somewhere. Oh, and my head hurt like hell.
I was about to try to open my eyes, when I heard voices. It sounded like a woman and a man. And hey, don't say I was eavesdropping, because I wasn't. I was just… lying in my bed quietly while listening to them talk. Yeah. That's it.
"So you're saying he just disappeared? Into thin air? That's not possible Nico." The woman said. I was tempted to open my eyes to see what she looked like, but I didn't.
"Look Annabeth, I was chasing him, and he ran into the cemetery. I was just about to get him, and then POOF, he was gone. Right in front of my eyes." The man said.
"But there's no logical explanation for it. You can't just disappear into thin air." The woman said.
"Damn Annabeth, why does everything have to be logical? You have been in the agency for five years, and seen your fair share of freaky stuff. Not all of them have a logical explanation!" The man sounded annoyed, but it seemed like he was trying to contain himself. What were they talking about? What man?
"Yes Nico, they all had a logical explanation." She persisted.
"Oh really? What about the Charlie Owens case, huh?"
"That, my dear assistant, was the result of a scientist that knew too much for his own good. The man released the contagion into the people's blood streams, which resulted in them going crazy. Perfectly logical." She said.
The man scoffed. "Oh my god Annabeth-" I decided to make myself known before this argument got anymore heated. I groaned and slowly tried opening my eyes. The light was so damn bright. I winced and closed them again.
I slowly opened them, and once my vision cleared up, I saw two people standing over me.
The woman had honey blonde hair that was pulled back in a tight ponytail, and a black work suit. Her eyes were a startling stormy gray, which sorta intimidated me. She had bags under her eyes, which indicated that she hadn't slept in a few days.
The man had very dark, almost black eyes, and shaggy black hair. He also wore a black suit, with a black tie. He looked younger than me, probably around 25.
I noticed that I was lying on a hospital bed. Wait… why am I in a hospital bed?
"How are you feeling Mr. Jackson?" The woman said. I blinked and looked up at her. Her expression was blank, and her stormy eyes bored into mine, as if trying to figure out my deepest darkest secrets. Not that I had any…
"Like I've been run over by a million monster trucks." I answered. The man smiled.
"Dude, you're lucky you're even alive!" he said. The woman shot him a warning glance. "Uh, I mean Mr. Jackson, sir. Yeah." he quickly corrected, and looked away.
"What do you mean I'm lucky to be alive? What happened?" I questioned. She sighed.
"Mr. Jackson-"
"Percy. Call me Percy." I said. I hated being called mr. Jackson. Way too formal for me.
"Percy," she continued. "you were shot at, but the bullet only grazed your head, which resulted in our paramedic team being able to save you." I couldn't understand what she was saying. What did she mean by I was shot at?
"I was shot at? by who? Where? Why?" I questioned. The woman ran her fingers through her hair.
"Mr. Jack- Percy, why don't you rest? I will answer all the questions you have after all your medical procedures are gone through. Nico would you call the doctor and inform him that Mr. Jackson has woken up?" Nico nodded, and walked away.
"I'm agent Chase by the way. Agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. And that man was my junior assistant, Agent Di Angelo." I noticed that she did not include their first names, which I found a little odd.
Before I could say anything back, Agent Di Angelo came in, with a doctor trailing behind him. "Oh, and Mr. Francis wants to see you outside Annabeth." Agent Di Angelo said.
Annabeth nodded, turned to me and gave me a strained smile. "Hope you will feel better Mr. Jackson." she said, and then left. Something told me she didn't really care if I got better or not.
The doctor walked up to me. "I see that your back into consciousness Mr. Jackson. How does your head feel?" he asked me.
"Horrible." I answered back. The doctor just chuckled, which I kind of thought was rude because, hello, I got almost shot in the head here!
"That's what I expected. Your a very lucky man Mr. Jackson. That bullet could of killed you." the doctor said. I glanced over at Agent Di Angelo, who was fiddling with his tie. It was obvious that he did not like wearing it.
The next 20 minutes passed by with the doctor, who's name was Dr. Smith, doing various check ups, and occasionally jotting stuff down on his clip board. He left when he was done, and I was alone in the room with Agent Di Angelo.
"You really don't like that tie, do you?" I asked him. He looked up and smiled wearily.
"Yeah, it's so annoying. Especially when you have to wear it every single day." He said. "My name's Nico by the way. Please don't call me Agent Di Angelo, even though Annabeth told you to." He told me.
I laughed. "Dude I wasn't gonna call you that anyway. And my name's Percy- Not Mr. Jackson." I said.
Nico smiled again. "Cool. You know, Annabeth likes everything strict and professional. If she acts really cold towards you, don't take it personally. That's how she is." he explained.
"Why?" I asked. Nico glanced around, as if making sure that nobody was there to hear him. After making sure nobody was there, he leaned in.
"I really shouldn't tell you this, but since you might have to be around Annabeth a lot for the next couple of months, I might as well explain to you why she will treat you like you just kicked her grandma." He said. I was kind of confused. What did he mean by me having to see Annabeth for the next couple of months? Before I could dwell on it much longer, Nico started speaking again. "About two years back, she got really close to this guy named Luke, a victim of a domestic violence case. They loved each other, you could tell just by the way they looked at each other… but he had severe depression. And one day, he just ended his life. No note or anything. Annabeth was crushed. She couldn't sleep for days. Since then she only talked to victims when she was required to." Nico finished. He looked sad, but tried to conceal it with a weak smile.
"Wow…" I muttered. I was speechless. Why would a person in love just kill themselves? With no note or anything? That just didn't seem right.
"Yeah…" Nico mumbled. "But she's gotten better. The light returned to her eyes, and she started smiling more. I'm just hoping she won't carry this guilt around forever."
"What guilt?" I asked.
Nico sighed. "She thinks it's her fault that he killed himself. She won't let anybody convince her otherwise. Trust me, I've tried. It's just so heartbreaking to see her in that state, you know?"
"I'm sorry." I sympathized. He just shook his head.
"Yeah. Me too."
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