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It wasn't as sad as I expected...


Chapter 4:

Percy:

The bright and sunny day reflects nothing like the mood of the car right now. Unstillness settles upon us as we try and mask up our fears of what could've happened with hope…. Hope that Nico is okay.

"So what happened on the phone again?" Thalia asks me for the hundredth time.

I'd usually be pretty pissed because I've told her so many times, but that seems to be a minor problem. We've got bigger things to worry about. "It wasn't Nico," I recite. "It was the hospital. They confiscated his phone."

"But what were the man's exact words?" she pleads.

" 'I'm sorry to say that your friend Nico is currently in the hospital for psychiatric reasons. If you would like to talk to him, please come to Lenox Hill Hospital during our visiting hours.'" I imitate in his deep voice.

"At least we know he's alive?" Thalia tries.

"He's definitely alive. Trust me. Nico's not like that. He probably fell and broke his arm," I reply.

"Then why wouldn't he call and tell you guys?" Annabeth speaks up. Wow. I forgot she was here.

"Maybe he was too in pain," I suggest.

"I doubt it," Thalia mumbles.

The taxi driver continued to drive as the four of us sat silently once again. As the sun begins to set, the taxi pulls over to the side of the road, where the hospital lays just a few feet in front of us.

"Thanks so much," Thalia says as she hands him the money. Quickly, we get out of the car and rush our way into the hospital.

"Act calm, guys," I say to them quietly. "I know what to do." Slowly, I walk up to the receptionist. "Hello Miss…" I read her name tag, "Ciara Anderson!"

"What do you want from me, kid?" she says very rudely.

"That's no way to talk to a paying customer." I sass.

"You're not a paying costumer." She crosses her arms at me. "If anything, you're just wasting space and breathing our air."

"Well, you can take your air back!" I defend. "Because it reeks of dead people and diseases."

"Percy," Annabeth glares at me before turning to the receptionist. "What my friend wants to know is if we can visit our brother, Nico di Angelo. He was admitted today to the psychiatric ward."

"Brother?" I say as Thalia nudges me in the gut. I hold my stomach in pain.

"It's the only way they'll get us in," she whispers to me.

"Well, I'm sorry to say that visiting hours are closed for the night," the lady's tone softens when talking to Annabeth. I don't get why she was so snippy with me. I was so nice to her! Okay, maybe not really but still.

"When are the next visiting hours open?" Annabeth asks her.

"Monday at eleven a.m." she answers.

"But today's only Friday!" that other girl who Annabeth brought with us frowns.

Thalia walks up to the desk. "But Ciara, you don't understand. This is urgent!"

"Listen girl, do you know how many times I get 'this is urgent' each day? I'm a receptionist. People complain to me all the time. It's not my job to let them in. If it's really that important to you, then go talk to those security guards over there. They'll escort you out, don't worry," she smiles mockingly at us.

I run over to the security guards and get on my knees. "Please let us in to see our cousin!" I beg. "PLEASE! He needs someone to talk to, to make sure he's okay! He's in the psychiatric ward. Please, Mr. Help us!"

"I'm sorry, but there's really nothing I can do," one of them, with the nametag reading 'BOB' says.

Thalia walks over and helps me off the group. "Sir, there must be something you can do. Please, just let us see him."

"Hey wait a second," the other security guard, Max, halts. "My daughter loves you guys! She saw your video and fell in love with you, Percy!"

"Well," I smile. "Maybe we can arrange something if you let us see him," I say casually.

His face clearly shows he's debating what to do. "Uh…"

"Well, you know, we're really busy recently. All of our shows are sold out!" I lie. "We probably can't do this. We don't have time. Come on, guys. Let's just go home. We shouldn't have wasted our time here…" I start to turn around but Max grabs onto my shoulder.

"How about an autograph and a time when you guys can come over to my apartment and surprise her?" he offers.

"Sure," I smile. "Now, where's Nico di Angelo's room?"


"I tell you," I tell my followers. "The only way to get things done nowadays is to get people to feel bad. It's called guilting people into doing stuff for you."

Thalia rolls her eyes at me. "Percy, don't act as if you know everything."

"Come on, Thalia. Be nice to him!" Annabeth says.

"I'm fine," I assure her. "I can take it. While your insulting me, Thalia, do you have anything else to say?"

"Can you guys please just stop?" Annabeth asks us. "We're here." We stand outside the large wooden hospital door.

I grasp the handle and open the door slowly. The whole room comes into my view. It's pretty small, with two beds, one occupied, one empty, a small television, a closet, and a door, which I guess leads to a bathroom.

"Nico?" Thalia says as she walks over to the lump in the bed.

"Thank the gods you've come for me," Nico says as he sits up. "This is like a prison of some sort."

"Dude," I give him a weird look. "Why are you here?"

"It's a long story," he sighs.

"Just say it," I grind my teeth.

"Who's that?" Nico points to that other girl, Ariel, or something like that.

"That's Ariella," Annabeth says. "She kind of has to follow me around all week. I'm sorry I brought her… I just had to see if you were okay."

"It's fine, I guess." He replies.

"So, what happened?" Thalia demands.

"I don't want to say it," Nico mumbles.

"Nico," I order. "Tell me right now or I will kill you. Not really, but just say it."

"Just ask the doctor," he gets back under the covers of the bed.

"Where's the doctor?" Annabeth asks.

"Right here," a deep voice announces. We all turn around to see a tall man wearing a white lab coat. I don't really know what he's wearing a lab coat. He's a doctor, not a scientist, but I decide not to question him. He has a degree… I think.

"I'm Dr. Collins," he tells us.

"When did you get here?" I give him a weird look.

"A few moments ago. I came to check on your friend Nico and to give him his medication."

"Medication?" Thalia says nervously. "What's wrong with him?"

"Nothing," Dr. Collins assures us. "He just had a little incident."

"Care to go into more detail?" I question him. Can't he see we're in distress?

"Well, Nico has told the hospital therapist that recently, his sister passed away. Am I correct?" he asks us. I nod and he continues. "He also said he was out for a walk. Unintentionally, he came across the place where his sister was hit. And that kind of sparked a lot of emotions out of him. Hopelessness, loneliness, nervousness, and most of all, angriness."

"In the middle of the street," he goes on. "Nico started having a panic attack, where all of his emotions came out and he had nothing to do. He couldn't contain himself. He had so much he needed to get out but couldn't. Somewhere there called an ambulance because they thought he was going to do hurt somebody."

"I can control myself better than that," Nico corrects the doctor from his bed.

"And here we are now," the doctor finishes.

"What's the medication for if he's okay?" I cock my head at him.

"It's mostly just to calm him down."

"Mostly?" Thalia asks nervously.

"The therapist said that he thinks Nico might have Borderline Personality disorder as well," Dr. Collins admits.

"What even is that?" I ask.

"It's a mental illness. It's an emotional instability. However, it can be easily controlled just by taking this pill," he says as he holds up a pill.

"But why is he just getting diagnosed now?" Thalia questions him.

"Some things have to be triggered," Dr. Collins shrugs. "I guess his sister's death was the last straw for Nico."

"I guess so." I mumble.

"We're not too sure whether he has it or not. We were going to wait until tomorrow but since you guys are here, I assume you'll be taking him home. Am I correct?" he confirms.

"Yeah," I nod.

"Where's his parent's to sign his release forms?"

"Uh…" Thalia starts. "Well, we don't really have parents."
"Then what about a legal guardian?"

"We don't really have that either." I tell him. "We have parents, unlike what my cousin said, they just don't really care…"

"Well the only way he can get out before next week is if he has a parent's signature."

"Alright." Thalia says as she walks over to the door. I follow her, along with Annabeth and that girl. "Don't worry, Nico. We'll be back, and we'll get you out of here."

We walk out of the psychiatric ward and out of the hospital in general. "What are we doing now?" I look at Thalia.

"We're going to call Uncle Hades." She sighs. I nod. Although I know he won't be happy, I'm glad Nico is okay.


What did you guys think? Were you expecting that?

I haven't decided whether I'm going to give him Borderline Personality disorder or not, so tell me whether I should or shouldn't. For those of you who don't really know what it is, it's a emotional disorder in which causes an instability of moods. It can be easy controlled by medication and doesn't affect personality at all, except if it isn't controlled. It's often triggered after a tragic event if it leaves the person feeling alone. Usually, people with borderline are paranoid that they're going to be alone.

I think it kinda fits Nico in this story because he's so traumatized after Bianca's death, but give me your opinions! (His borderline won't really be mentioned much throughout it if you guys decide to make him have it).

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