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Small
does not even began to describe his
new daughter.
Her miniscule fingers are no longer than
the first digit of his pinky.
She is small enough to fit in one hand.
{if they would let him hold her}
So tiny,
only one pound, one ounce
but with so many big problems
larger than her
{it took an hour of the doctors explaining them all before Percy was even allowed to look at her}
.~.
He is dreading making the call,
the call he knows he will have to make.
Twice, in fact.
He will have to make it
twice.
{the amount of times annabeth said 'i love you' before she left}
He turns around in his chair, to look at his daughter yet again
{somehow that never gets old}
She is sleeping peacefully,
unaware of the problems that surround her.
Or maybe she is aware.
After all, she was taken from her home far too soon,
brought into a cruel world,
where everything she thought she knew is gone.
Like father, like daughter.
He picks up the phone. He knows what to do.
.~.
The numbers dials.
Rings.
He holds his breath.
Squeezes his eyes shut.
"Percy?" comes his mother's voice.
"Mom?" he fights tears, a losing battle.
He feels an urge to call her Mommy,
something he has not done since he was very
small.
"Are you all right, sweetheart?"
"No...Mom..." The tears slips out.
{he has to be strong. he has a daughter. he can't go crying for his mother. not now}
"What's wrong?" The panic in her voice is evident. "Is it Annabeth? Is something wrong with the baby?"
He hears his voice, but he can not feel the words as they cross his tongue.
"Mom, everyone is dead."
.~.
He ends the first call, dreading the second.
Instead, he stands up, stretches his legs.
The nurses offer to show him to the cafeteria, but he declines.
After all, Percy Jackson is anything but a stranger in this hospital.
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