Hello! This chapter isn't really a chapter chapter. It's more like a continuation of Chapter 3. It's just a short drabble about Percy's time in the hospital. I will call it a kinda-chapter for the story. That said, thank you Blackberry Explosion for reviewing this story!

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Nicknames

At Hospital

It had been six hours. Six hours since her best friend had fallen down her chimney and hit his head. It had been six hours since he was sped to the hospital. And it meant six hours of waiting to see him.

Five hours before that, Sally, Percy's mother, had shown up in a panic. Sally had been admitted into the area of the hospital that he was in, no questions asked. That fact annoyed Annabeth to no end, not Sally getting to see him, but her not getting to. Sally definitely should be back there, but what about Percy's best friend, the one who had been just as worried as his mother, who was forced to just sit and wait?

That best friend at the moment was sitting there, washed in guilt. Annabeth felt at fault. It was for her that Percy had been in the chimney, since she wouldn't tell him if she got accepted into Stanford or not. It had been her who had figured out that Percy was in the chimney and didn't say anything. It had been her who, instead of telling her dad and Helen about Percy, shocked him so much that he fell.

Not only that, but hospitals were expensive. He and Sally were not exactly rolling in cash, and now they had to pay for a visit to the hospital. It was bad, especially with college right around the corner. She wasn't even sure if Percy wasgoing to college, he said he would be taking a gap year, but still.

Why did everything have to be so loud? It was nearly one in the morning, yet the hospital still buzzed with activity. The rest of her family had left a while ago, and had tried in vain to convince her to come along. But Annabeth had refused to move until she saw Percy, and Sally had promised to give her a ride home, leaving her to sit alone.

Sally had been so nice, even when she heard the story of how Annabeth was partially at fault for her only son's falling down a chimney. Jesus, she could bet that the hospital had never heard that explanation before.

So Annabeth sat there, stewing in guilt and worry. At exactly 6 hours, 19 minutes, and 22 seconds since Percy had been admitted into the hospital (she had been keeping track), Sally entered the waiting area and told Annabeth that she could go back and see Percy. Energy suddenly coursed through her. Her head shot up, and before she could fully process what she was doing, was sprinting to his room. The room that Annabeth had no clue how to find. Luckily, after running into a nice doctor-in-training named Apollo, she got a tour up to Percy's room.

Annabeth wrenched open the door, and stopped, staring at Percy. He was okay. He actually didn't look that bad, aside from an odd wrapping around his head. He grinned at her, then said," You seem awfully eager to see me, Annie."

Yep, Percy was back to normal. "You know I was," here she trailed off, searching for the perfect name. Looking at his head, she got one. "Seaweed Brain."

"Seaweed Brain?" he asked, sounding amused. "That one's new. Where could you have possibly gotten that from?"

She nodded towards his head. "Apollo told me that they used a calcium alginate wound dressing, which helps to absorb exudate, control bleeding and speed up healing. The thing is, in that calcium alginate is seaweed. Hence, the nickname. Did you know seaweed has been used for wound healing in many cultures, and called the mariner's cure? And…"

"You're rambling again," Percy cut her off. "So, are you calling my brain a cure?"

"No, if anything it's a disease."

"You can't be rude to me, I am hospitalized!" he announced.

Annabeth snorted. "You're hospitalized because you fell. Down. A. Chimney. It's not like you did anything heroic, like saving the world."

"Oh please, in another life, I would totally be the biggest hero the world has ever seen. If it's any consolation, you could be my sidekick."

"Come on, you know I'd being saving your butt the whole time." She really loved their banter.

"Uh huh, admit it, Wise Girl, I would be a better hero than you."

"Wise Girl? Where did you get that one from?"

"Because you're… smart," Percy looked triumphant at his reasoning.

"Smart? Wow, this logic is worse than usual. Are you sure you didn't hit your head too hard when you fell?" She felt his forehead exaggeratedly.

Percy merely smiled at her. "It must be all the medicine I'm on. If you want a better nickname, you can be Stormy."

"Seriously, Stormy? I have got to hear the reason behind this one, Perce."

"Cuz of your eyes. You know, when you concentrate, your eyes look all stormy." He noticed that? It was kind of sweet, in a non-stalkerish way.

"If I'm Stormy, then you would be Vegetables."

That got a laugh from him. "Stormy, just because my eyes are green, it doesn't mean it reminds you of vegetables. Plus, not all vegetables are green." Percy seemed satisfied in his logic.

Unluckily for him, Annabeth had already picked out a comeback for that argument. "So what? Are you some kind of vegetable elitist, only accepting green vegetables? Imagine all the discriminated against vegetables, because of people like you, who can't accept that eggplants will always be purple!"

"You got me, Wise Girl," he murmured sleepily. "I'm a vegetable discriminator."

It felt so good to know that Percy was fine, that he would be better. "Goodnight, Percy," she whispered.

As she was leaving, he asked," Wise Girl, why did you stay all night just for the chance to see me?"

Annabeth got a soft look in her eyes. "Because you're my friend, Seaweed Brain. Anymore stupid questions?" With that, she turned and left the room. She had things to do.

The next morning, Percy would wake to find a homemade get well card sitting by his head. It was addressed to Vegetables, showed two superheroes, and was signed by Stormy.

That was a lot of fun to write! And I just couldn't resist putting in some of those references from Percy Jackson. (:

Now, on to the contest! As you can see from Chapters 1 through 3, most of this story is Percy spying (and ultimately failing at it) when Annabeth is around. I'm pretty sure that I cannot come up with all of the possible ways that he could do this, so for the next three days, please submit suggestions/ideas for one chapter of this story, if you want. One of these will be used in the story and that chapter will be dedicated to whoever submitted that idea. You can leave them in the reviews or PM me with them. Thanks for reading, and I hope to see a suggestion from you! (That sounded really advertisementy to me. Oh well, it's probably the best I can do) –LifeIsGame