Now
I wake up in the hospital, my head still foggy from what had happened. Then it all comes rushing back to me- the fight, the car, Annabeth. Annabeth!
I rush up, and groan at the pain shooting in my leg, which is now in a cast, and my head, which is wrapped up in bandages. My eyes flicker around the room. No Annabeth. The door opens, and a doctor and my mom come in.
She squeezes me tight, and tells me everything will be ok, but I barely pay any attention to her.
"Where is she?" I scream at the doctor.
"Sir, please calm down. You're waking up the other patients-"
"I DON'T CARE! WHERE IS SHE?" My vision is lined with burning red. I fear the answer, but I refuse to think it. The doctor is at a loss for words, and my breath gets caught in my throat.
The answer finally comes from my mom.
"I'm so sorry, Percy. She didn't make it."
Everything turns pitch black.
