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JASON
"What the hell were you thinking, Jackson?" Jason barked, his hands shivering with sparks of lightning. "You almost got us killed."
He took Piper's hand immediately when she reached out at him, limping a bit. The sparkles dancing off his hands died down slowly as hers closed around his.
"We've got to get going, Grace." Percy said simply before turning slightly, ready to leave. Jason felt a surge of anger rush through his body and before he did something he was sure he'd regret, Piper squeezed his hand firmly just in time. "Percy's right, we're still in danger."
"Fine," Jason said.
Later, Jackson. He thought.
Even though he couldn't exactly make out Percy's expression in the darkness of the deep night, Jason was quite sure that he saw him nod. He tried to push the rage out of his mind for Piper's sake, and succeeded for his heart sank the moment he heard her whimper when trying to move her legs to walk, apparently suppressing cries of pain from the wounds that the explosion caused her.
"Nico's got plenty of ambrosia and nectar, Pipes. You'll be fine soon," He reassured and wounded an arm around her waist as they walked shoulder by shoulder, Percy leading the way in the front a few steps away.
PERCY
Their way heading back to the camping base was absolutely excruciating. With each step, the quiet shifting sounds of shoes stepping on tall grass, the dreadful smell of burned fabric lingering in the air, and the breathings of the three of them exhaled restrainedly, everything just added to the straining silence among them.
As they proceeded, the tension grew so thick Percy could practically feel it stuck in his lungs. Jason's constant murmurs of comforting words to Piper was audible, and every time upon hearing, Percy would wince at the mere thought of how the flames must have burned Piper's skin and nearly resulted in her death.
He knew an unavoidable argument-no, a fight with Jason was bound to happen later. He got what Jason was feeling right now. The horror overwhelming him when Annabeth was stabbed and the blazing fury that subsequently prompted him to smack Ethan on the head almost brutishly, those feelings were something that still panicked him whenever he thought about it.
Despite this understanding and the anticipation of the imminent fight with Jason, right now as they headed for the camping place, the only thing Percy was bracing himself for was to not break down emotionally in the process of the fight.