A satyr and a to-be camper stumbled into the camps border, both panting and sporting nasty scratches.
"Dracnae," huffed the satyr and almost passed out.
The Apollo cabin ran up and hauled the camper and satyr on stretchers away to the infirmary.
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"Sir, we have one satyr come back and one new camper." Annabeth carried on reading from a scroll but Dionysus held up a hand.
"I have matters to attend too. This new camper, blue eyes?" Annabeth nodded and he walked off.
He walked down to the infirmary and stopped to catch his breath. He made a new Coke can appear and gulped from it. The satyr walked out of the infirmary and stopped when he saw the god. Slowly he backed into the infirmary again. Dionysus finished the can and made a new one. He sauntered into the infirmary.
The Apollo kid and his boyfriend were working side by side, wrapping the new camper's arms in bandages. He watched them, drinking and Death looked up.
"Ah, Nick, how is it?"
"The camper sir or...?"
"Hello to you too." he snarked and looked at the sleeping kid.
He took another gulp and pointed to the teenager.
"Mine."
And he turned right round and walked out.