Paul Blofis hummed as he waited by the docks
Paul Blofis hummed as he waited by the docks. He had finally convinced Sally to let him and Percy go sailing, she would come too. He had met Percy just three times before; once for Lunch, once for Brunch and once by chance at a pharmacy. He liked the kid, his dyslexia didn't matter, his mother just read anything that needed to be read, and his ADHD just meant he fidgeted a lot. A lot. Paul knew that Percy was lethal in a bad temper, well not lethal, lethal just frightening, and looking at his eyes was a mistake. They looked like the ocean in the most dramatic point of a storm that would go down in history at the best of times.
Well, Paul thought he wasn't really lethal in a bad temper, little did he know…
Sally came down wearing normal clothes and a life jacket. Perseus wasn't wearing a life jacket, which confused Paul because Sally was rather protective.
Maybe they would get one later... He turned to the Mystery and whistled as he checked a rope.
Half a minute later Sally was smiling at him as they shook hands. Then she turned to see where Percy had wandered off to. He was crouching down peering into the water (actually listening to some fish complain about pollution) and shaking his head as though someone was telling him about a very miserable outcome of their latest investment. Sally sighed, shook her head and went off to fetch her son.
Percy jumped onto the boat, still without a life jacket, and smiling. Paul decided he better mention the lack of safety flotation devices to Sally, so he did.
"Oh." Sally frowned. "Never mind."
"Sal, ya don't understand, life jackets are compulsory, no safety, no save."
"Paul, I'll…keep my eye on him."
"But, Sally-"
"-Oi, Mom, Paul come on-"
"He could drown." Then, turning to Percy he continued to speak. "Where's your life jacket, mate?"
"Life jacket?" he called, a confused expression on his face "Oh, yeah. I don't need one."
Interrupting Paul's next sentence was the chimes coming over the speaker system, followed by a female voice. "Could all boats on Rent-a-boat dock .D. please leave. That is The China Princess, the Jandal, the Emily Ann, the Matchbox, the Toadstool the Hairclip and the Mystery. Dock .D. please, I repeat, Dock .D.
"Sally, Percy. We're leaving, Ok?" Paul sighed.
"Sure"
"Yep," Sally grinned. "Absolutely."
"Um, Percy would you mind going below, cause with no life jacket…"
"Okay, I get it." He muttered unhappily, climbing onto the deck to join his Mom.
"All aboard, Sally, you go down too, okay?"
"Uh huh, of course Captain Blofis…h."
"Thanks, Salty."
Approximately half an hour later Sally and Paul were at the bow, talking about recent spottings of dolphins around that stretch of ocean. Percy, however, was on the other side of the cabin being told how he had to urgently help a baby hippocampus get freed from a net, and while he was at it a dolphin was also caught in the net and they were both drowning and could 'Lord' help them get free?
"My Lord, please?"
"So, one baby hippocampus, one dolphin, Seventeen different schools of fish, Twenty minutes?"
"Maximum, Lord"
"Okay, can you show me where?"
"You have to come overboard, My Lord."
"Yes, Yes."
With a guilty look around Percy slipped over the side of the Mystery and disappeared off with the adult hippocampus to go rescue its niece from some stupid person's fishing net.
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Twenty minutes later, Dolphin at the top of the water, hippocampus free and sixteen and a half schools of fish loose, Percy was nearly done. On deck half a kilometre away Sally was trying to distract Paul a little longer, knowing Percy had probably dived in by now, however she was not succeeding.
"Paul, so what have you been doing of late?"
"Same old, now you watch boat and I'll go check Percy… no life jacket and all…"
But Percy wasn't down below. Paul checked on deck, and saw a cushioned bench, empty. He put his hands on it, and felt faint trace of heat. Now he started to panic.
"SALLY!"
"YES?"
"COME, NOW"
"WHY?"
"J-JU-JUST DO IT, PLEASE."
"OKAY, ONE SEC."
Paul saw Sally round the corner of the cabin. He explained what had happened, and that her son had fallen over at least fifteen minutes ago. Then he told her Percy was no where in sight.
"Sally, humans drown in five minutes. Three causes brain damage. Fifteen? He has no chance."
"B-But" Sally stammered, putting on a false show of nearly crying. "M-may-maybe he…"
Sally burst in fake tears.
Paul softened. "I'll check below again. Okay?"
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From over the side Percy saw Paul disappear, and caused a little wave to lift him up onto the ship.
"Hey! Mom.'
"Oh, Percy. Always in trouble. I was actually getting worried. Oh! You're dry!
"Yeah. Ah, you know. Um, my Father being who he is and all."
"Yes, well, you need an excuse. You can't just have disappeared for no reason."
"Like a major bruise, or something? And I say I lay down in some hidden spot so that I could rest?"
"Yes, that would be good."
"Are you going to slap me hard or something?"
Sally raised her hand to deliver a brutal hit, but flinched and lowered her arm again.
"Mom?"
"Oh, Percy I can't."
"Gah. Mom." he whinged. "I'll have to go get a hippocampus to injure me then."
Sulking, he turned out to face the sea and blew a whistle that would make a cowboy envious. Soon a young, energetic Hippocampus appeared.
"My Lord, may I help you?"
"Yes, can you um, like slap me or something, for a bruise?"
"No! My Lord…Why? My Lord.
"Um, so I have an excuse for why I was gone so long."
"Why not a broken arm, My Lord?"
"But wont they heal, seeing as I'm underwater anyway though?"
The hippocampus paused. He wasn't all that bright.'
"I think not, my Lord. Not if you don't want it too. Remember, however that injuries caused underwater will give you no pain, if you want them not too. So it would be easier to keep the automatic anti-pain, perhaps?"
"Yes, thanks."
A moment passed.
"Ow. Some anti-pain that is!"
And for the second time that day, Percy caused a small wave to enable him to clamber on to the deck.
"Percy!" Sally grinned, before gasping. "Percy! That is not a bruise, not by any stretch of the imagination. That's a broken arm."
"Haha. Well yeah, maybe the hippocampus got a bit carried away. But so what."
"Well, nothing I guess. Did it hurt much?"
"No, not a lot really. Some in-built-anti-pain, apparently."
"Ah. Useful. No matter, it's time to hide."
"Yeah, okay, but if you hadn't noticed we are on a small boat about two nautical-"
"-Percy-"
"- Okay, okay. Where exactly did you plan to hide me?"
"Well, go into the cabin, watch out for Paul. Inside a cupboard…"
TEN MINUTES LATER.
"Percy?"
"Uh?"
"Percy!" Paul exclaimed "Where in the world were you?"
"Here, right here."
"Why did you come back down below? We thought you had fallen over."
"I, uh, slipped and hurt my arm…see? My left arm."
"Oh my god, Percy! I think you broke it."
"Really?"
"Yes! Oh, dear."
At the Accident and Emergency Ward.
A young African/American Nurse sat at the desk and watched a trio's silhouettes near the door.
"Mom, I'm fine. Really."
"Are you sure, honey?"
"Yes, reaaaaaally sure, okay. I'm super sure. So sure I think we should go. Now."
"Percy." A guy's voice said. "It's not at a natural angle. The bone is practically breaking through the skin."
"So?"
The woman sighed. "Don't argue with me Perseus."
"Mom, I hate my name."
The Guy: "Perseus, Perseus, what will we do with you." (In mocking tones.)
The Nurse (Nurse Angelica,) sat up straight and tried to force a smile on her bored face as a Lady pushed the door open and gently nudged a teenager through it. She was followed in by a man. The Boy had ebony black hair, and was holding his other arm, which was bent into a really, really bad fracture. When he looked up she saw his striking green eyes, the exact colour of the ocean. He looked a bit like Harry Potter.
"Hello, my name is Nurse Angelica, Angelica Simons. How may I help you?"
"His arm." The guy said simply. Then, "Hi, I'm Paul. Paul Blofis."
Nurse Angelica smiled at the kid and said, "Did you hurt your writing arm?"
"Nope." He shook his head.
"Could you please fill this in?" She asked politely, handing him a standard form.
He frowned. "I'm dyslexic." He explained, waving his good arm over the sheets.
"Oh, right." Turning to his mother the Nurse tried again. "Could you, please?"
"Sure, by the way, I'm Sally Jackson."
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Date: 12/4/08
Name: Sally Jackson.
Name of Patient: Perseus Poseidon Jackson Date: 12/4/08
Age: Fourteen
What did you/your child do? He slipped on a ship, and injured his arm.
Family at the ward: His Mother, Sally Jackson, who is filling in this form.
Accompanied by her friend, Paul Blofis.
Are you being served? If so, by whom? Yes, Nurse Angelica Simons.
THIS IS FOR THE NURSE TO FILL IN.
What is it: Greenstick Fracture, to 7th degree? Overnighter. Blood Test commencing.
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"Percy?" The Nurse said, smiling. "I'm afraid that you have suffered a serious fracture, one of the worst. Worse still, it's seventh degree fracture, really serious. And you seem to have another break just above."
He muttered something like Stupid hippo-mumble only mumble distraction mumble mumble.
Sally turned to the Nurse, "Does he need to stay overnight?"
"Yes, actually I'm rather surprised. The only other patient ever here with a Greenstick fracture this year fracture this year only had a third degree fracture, but was bought in screaming with pain from an ambulance, she was twice his age."
From the kid: "Really?"
Sally smiled fondly at the boy. "Overdid it as usual, huh."
"Anyway, after an X-ray and cast, in case of the need of blood transfusions during the night, we need a blood test to determine your blood type."
The boy gave a nervous look at his mother. "Uh, Mom."
She sighed, "Can't hurt, but does he have to?"
"Yes."
"Just sit down, and I'll begin."
"Ouch."
The nurse stared at the blood sample for a second, was it just her or did the blood appear gold in some lights? Sparkly, almost. Shaking her head she inserted the sample into the machine, and fiddled with some equipment for a while.
"Okay, your results are…What the Beeping heck is that? Lydia, can you help me with this?"
"OK, one second." A middle aged nurse bustled into the room and stared at the results.
"Um, Anj. I thing you took the wrong syringe."
"Lydia. Why would I do that?"
"Because those results are not, I repeat not human."
"B-but I can't of. I did it all properly. I'm trained."
"So?"
Lalala. Thanks for reading. Note: to those who have read this before, nothing much has changed, excepted a little bit to make the third, and final, chapter more random.
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