Percy POV
To be honest I feel like a satyr's behind. No offense to Grover or anything but I seriously feel terrible. After several attempts on Annabeth's part to get me off the bathroom floor (without succeeding) I have opted to stay curled up on the cool tile. It is cold down here, which was good for when I was sweating but now I can't stop shivering. I hate being sick.
"Percy, we need to try to get you back to bed. You haven't been sick in awhile. I can bring the bucket over to the bed and you can try to get some sleep." She said, running her fingers gently down my spine. "Do you want to try?"
I do want to try, but I'm not so sure if I have the energy. It just seems simpler to lie here until this illness passes. I shiver again as my foot touches a new cold spot. "Okay." I say, surprised at how quiet I sound. I feel Annabeth slip her arms under my shoulders trying to sit me up but I can't concentrate much with the sudden onset of nausea. I clamp my hand over my mouth as I scoot towards the toilet. Annabeth brushes my hair back as I breathe heavy, trying to prevent what will happen next.
"Percy, its okay." She said soothingly. "It will make you feel better."
I breathe heavier feeling my stomach contract as I throw up again. But there is nothing left to throw up. Just spit and bile. It hurts so badly and it is so humiliating.
"Percy, don't cry. You're okay." She says as she coaxes her thumb down my cheeks wiping the oncoming tears.
I keep gagging and gagging until a thin string of blood trickles down my lip and into the basin. I hear Annabeth catch her breath in shock. "Okay." She shouts. "I am getting Will. He is head of Apollo cabin. He'll know something.
Annabeth POV
Oh gods. This is not good. Throwing up is bad. Throwing up blood: really bad.
I ran down the hill to the Apollo cabin hoping to find Will, praying he wasn't busy.
"Will!" I shouted slamming the door open. I panted hard looking around the cabin to find that the campers were in the middle of a poker game. "Will!" I said running to him. "It's Percy. He is really sick. He coughed up blood." I watched his jaw set as he stood.
"Take me to him."
We ran back to the cabin and found Percy where I left him, hunched over the basin. Will took him in his arms bridal style and placed him on the bed. He placed his hands on Percy's cheeks and forehead before reaching in his bag and placing a thermometer in his mouth. "Tell me his symptoms."
"Nausea, vomiting, upset stomach, headache, sore throat…"
"And a high fever of 103." He said pulling the thermometer out of his mouth. He bit his lip staring down at Percy who was scrunched in a ball. "Percy can you lay flat for me?" Percy groaned and laid on his back as Will pressed on his right side. "Did that hurt?" I sighed in relief when he shook his head no. Appendicitis is out of the question.
"Looks like a really bad bout of the stomach flu Annabeth." Will said. "About the blood, he is probably dehydrated so the vomiting is tearing up his esophagus. Just make sure he sips water and when he can handle that some applesauce." "I don't want to risk ambrosia with that high of a fever."
I nodded placing my hand on Percy's shoulder.
"I'll be back to check on him later. For now get him to stay in bed. Get him to drink water."
"Thank you Will."
