Sorry for the late update. The document manager thingy wasn't working for me so I decided to wait a day to see if it was fixed. Here we go:
Violet was in a bright room. She was not conscious, as the surgeons (Will and other Apollo cabin members) had drugged her to keep her stable during the operation. It was rough. At one point she wouldn't stop bleeding, at another the stitches on her vocal chords popped and her heart rate went up dramatically because of the pain she felt even while unconscious. They had finished on her back already and were currently working on her vocal chords. Chiron was there as well, for his knowledge and wisdom of medicines. The campers didn't know this, but an anxious god was staring from above, hoping for his daughter's safety. He did not doubt Will, but he knew he could help exponentially. When one on his offspring almost cut a vital vein in her neck, he shivered and trembled before screaming, "ENOUGH!" The campers looked up in fright and awe as Apollo himself walked into the surgery room. His offspring kneeled, while Chiron bowed his head quickly in acknowledgement. "Give me those." Apollo ordered, holding out his hand to his son who had the stitching equipment in his arms. "Here, father." The boy gave the supplies quickly to his godly father. "Clear the room!" Apollo shouted.
Half an hour later:
Violet blinked, then opened her eyes to a bright light and a warm smile. She gasped. Her father!? "Father?" She croaked. Her eyes went wide. She...she had spoken. Tears came to her eyes. Her father teared up as well. "My beautiful daughter. Though your wings are torn and broken, your effortless song will always remain."
Sorry for the short chapter. The next one will be much longer. Thanks for your support! See ya.