Percy tried to wake up. The whole time he was out, he was telling himself to open his eyes and get with the world already. He still wasn't sure what had happened. It went something like this:
They had been falling rapidly, and soon Percy could see the bottom. As they were nearing the ground, he suddenly felt a shiver down his spine, almost as if...WHAM! Something hit his right side as hard as possible. It had felt sort of like the back of a hand, or a fist, but Percy was sure that had just been his imagination. A sharp pain suddenly went through his right arm, and stayed there, getting worse by the second. His whole right side felt like it had snapped in half. His arm certainly had. Then the "hand" pushed him to the ground, pinning him down, flipped him over to his left side, and was gone as soon as it had come. His entire body ached from the impact, and he could feel cold sand beneath him. He tried to sit up, but his arm was screaming. He laid back down and felt his face (with his left hand, of course) and pulled his hand away bloody. His mind started shutting down, and he willed himself to stay awake. You can NOT black out, he told himself. Not now. You have to find Annabeth! But of course, his brain refused to listen, and the last thing he registered was blood running down his face, the fire in his arm, and the rough sand underneath him.
Now, he was fighting against the pain, just trying desperately to wake up, trying to regain consciousness. He wasn't even sure if Annabeth was anywhere near him, and he did NOT just fall into Tartarus to be separated from her again. Despite being unconscious, he could feel his arm searing hot with agony, and faint noises in his ear- wait! Noises? A dim light started seeping through his eyelids, and a soft voice whispering, "Percy, oh Percy, please wake up!" It sounded like...he opened his eyes completely, to see Annabeth leaning above him. Her hair was strewn wildly over her shoulders, her clothes covered with sand, and her expression scared and frightened, but to Percy, she'd never looked better. They looked to be in the middle of a frigid desert, lit only by the light of the moon. Percys arm was still flaming, but he tried not to show it. Annabeth looked freaked out enough already.
She whispered, "Percy? Oh gosh, I - I am so sorry! This wouldn't have happened if - if I hadn't - its my fault, I'm- I'm so sorry!" She was obviously trying to stay calm, but tears streaked down her face, creating trails through the dust on her cheek. Percy managed to speak, but it hurt his cheek to move his jaw, "Annabeth, this isnt your fault. I'm the one who let go." He tried not to groan too much, but he still sounded like he was in pain. Annabeth attempted a weak smile, but when she heard the croak of his voice, she lost the small bit of cheeriness. "No, if I had just cut the webbing off, then we wouldn't have to be here. You wouldn't have had to pull me up, we-" Percy cut her short, "That wasn't your fault. And I wasn't going to let you go again. Everything will be fine. I mean, we survived, right?" He tried to sit up, but Annabeth wouldn't let him.
"Don't sit up. You'll just hurt yourself even more. You got hit pretty hard. Your arm is definitely broken. I think I can help it, if-" She turned around, as if expecting to find something sitting there, but then she remembered, "I lost my back pack back up there. I completely forgot. It had fallen down before, you know, we did. I wonder..." She didn't complete her thought though, but turned around and crawled across a series of small sand dunes. She exclaimed, "I can't believe it, it's here!" she hurried back, dragging her back pack behind her. For a moment, Percy wondered why she was crawling, but then he remembered: Annabeth had hurt her ankle back at the top. He felt even worse than before. Not only was he hurt, but Annabeth wasn't doing so hot either.
Annabeth looked through her back pack and brought out a small canteen and Ziploc bag, spools of thread, gauze, (why Annabeth didn't use that before, Percy didn't know) and lots more supplies. She tore open the Ziploc bag and shook out a few little square crackers. Ambrosia. Annabeth spoke in a hushed tone, "Here, take these. They'll help." Percy obeyed, but he wouldn't let her go unattended to. He sat up all the way, and didn't let his arm hurt him anymore. "You're hurt too. Surely your ankle isnt healed. We won't be able to go anywhere until you can walk again." Annabeth looked grim, "I'm fine, you're the one who broke his arm in half!" Percy leaned over to see Annabeth's foot. It was still wrapped in the spare bubble wrap, but the cast was falling apart, revealing her swollen ankle. "Yeah, I'm not convinced." Percy said, "It looks like we're gonna be stuck for a while. Meanwhile..." He picked up the gauze and thread, "Let's try and fix ourselves up."