Enjoy!

Jason

Jason's gaze shifted from the retreating form of Percy to the approaching Grover. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Hey man, you got time? Matthew's daughter, Christine was having some problems with her stomach." Jason looked toward the girl. She stood at about 5'6 and was about 19 years old. She'd occasionally been in here. Her father ran the all night pancake house a few doors down.

Jason nodded, "Yeah, sure."

The blue-eyed man gently pressed on the lump forming on Christine's stomach, looking up when she attempted to stifle a noise. "Does that hurt?"

She reluctantly nodded, "Yeah."

Reyna looked on, absorbing all she could during her residency. "Has it always been this size, or has it gotten any bigger?"

Christine's eyes flitted up, "It's gotten a bit bigger in the last few months." She shook her head. "I'm really sorry to bother you guys with this, it's just been hurting so much lately that it's been interfering with work. And I need that job."

Jason nodded with understanding, still examining what could be a tumor as Leo spoke. "What have other doctors said?"

The young lady shrugged slightly, running a hand through her strawberry blond hair. "Basically that I don't have insurance and no money to pay either. " Jason nodded, standing up and looking at her.

"Don't worry, we'll get to the bottom of this." As himself and the interns exited the room, he spoke quietly so only the two could hear. "This looks bad. We definitely need some tests done. Now."

Percy

Percy finished pulling on the latex gloves as Nico, his protégé, stepped into the room. "Let's go Nico. 35 year old female, OD. Two empty bottles of antidepressants found on the scene. Start on the intubation."

The young man nodded, beginning to open her mouth to fit a breathing tube down her throat. The Italian began to speak without looking up. "Screwed up today Perce. I got a simple GSW, and nearly killed the guy." He shook his head. "I've seen hundreds of bullet wounds. I should've known."

Percy made a noncommittal noise as he slid the IV into the woman's vein before saying, "You saw battlefield wounds. You haven't seen any civilian bullet wounds and they're very different. Spending six months as a phenomenal army medic isn't enough to make you a master surgeon."

Nico nodded as if expecting this answer, adding, "To make matters worse, Annabeth shows up and makes me look like I'm crap at my job."

The green eyed man opposite his position looked up," You can't compare yourself to her Nico. Annabeth spent four years during her residency in the Chicago shooting division. That's worse than being in Iraq. She's the one I would trust with my life." His tone held no doubt and Nico shrugged, somewhat accepting.

Percy began pulling off his gloves, grinning slightly. "Alright. Check her over one more time, make sure you've got everything. I'm going to go grab food. I'm starving."

Nico smirked, looking up, "You're always hungry. I've never seen anyone else eat 14 slices of pizza in one sitting." Percy shrugged, exiting the room.

As he approached the exit, the two residents came up. Reyna began speaking, "Jason said to get some blood-work done on Christine, but the tech says that we need Dulphine's permission first…"

She trailed off and Leo jumped in. "She might have a tumor."

Percy closed his eyes, running a hand through his raven black locks. "Sure, I'll Talk to him."

Propping himself up against the door with his arm, he tried to reason with Dionysus. "Look, If you we can't do the tests we have to do, people could die because we can't diagnose them."

The greasy haired man looked indifferent. "Well if they can't pay, they get minimum treatment. We can't afford it."

Percy grinned, beginning to chuckle. "Well if it's money you need, I know how to save a ton! Just shut down the hospital!" He nodded, faking enthusiasm. "Then, you won't have to treat anyone!"

Dulphine glared. "Well if they shut this place down, we won't be able to treat anyone."

Percy waved an arm around the room. "We're the only trauma unit around for a hundred miles, where will people go?"

"Well that's not the way the corporation thinks," came the reply.

His voice rose. "Well, that's the way I think! That's the way we think!"

Rolling his eyes, Dionysus opened the door of the room they were standing next to and gestured for him to walk in. Percy sighed but complied. "Listen punk. You need to get it to your head that you need to listen to me. I can keep this place open. You're a liability. If the man with a tree sticking out of him had died, do you know the lawsuit we'd have been facing?"

Percy raised his eyebrows, "So according to you, I should have let him die?"

"Look, this is not some unit in Afghanistan where you're the man. You're on your last chance." Dionysus paused to take a breath and began yelling, "You either get in line or you are out of here!"

The young man, at 6'4, stood towering over Dionysus' 5'9. He merely stared, jaw clenching, and voice sinking to a deathly calm. "Don't threaten me."

Dulphine attempted to look brave, straightening his blazer. "Get out of my way." He approached the door but halted when Percy stepped in front of it. Violent sea green met a strange purple color as the men were locked in a silent battle of wills. Finally, Percy stepped aside, pressing his lips in a thin line and gesturing welcomingly towards the door handle.

Dionysus began to speak, smirking, "You know, you're not a tough as people say you a-" He was abruptly cut off as Percy whirled around, fist colliding with his temple. Percy smiled a light smile while shaking his head. That had felt way to good.

Dionysus crumpled to the ground as Grover opened the door. "Perc-" he began, but stuttered to a halt as he spotted Dulphine.

Percy looked solemnly at the collapsed figure. "Oh, he fell." Grover seemed to weigh his options before shrugging. "Yeah, okay. I'm good with that." He once again focused on Percy. "Uh- there's a multi-car accident down on the highway. Jason needs you to go with him. Chopper is waiting outside on the roof"

The lanky figure nodded, clapping Grover on the shoulder, chuckling. "Listen, just er- get him some smelly stuff. Anything that smells like him doesn't count." He snickered before walking away towards the chopper. Off towards another scene.

Grover

Grover grinned, looking at the heaped Dulphine. "Hey buddy! You and I are going to have a great time!"