He kicked the door with all the might that was left in him. After few powerful kicks, the door finally gave way to a dimly lit room. He stood there for a moment, breathing in the cool winter air.

After a few moments of silence, he half dragged-half pulled the lifeless body of the girl into the room and lay her on the couch.

He then proceeded to fumble through the kitchen drawer to retrieve a bottle of nectar and a packet and ambrosia.

Walking over to the couch, he kneeled down at the pale figure in front of him. Holding the bottle of nectar in one hand and a tuft of cotton in another, he started cleaning her wounds gently, often stopping in between to awe at the beauty of the girl lying in front of him

Percy was certainly not the brightest demigod of the century, but it certainly didn't take a genius to figure out how cute Annabeth looked when she was passed out.