Well, friends, I hate to say it but: this is the last chapter until I'm back in a week from vacation (or world saving whichever you prefer).
1) Dish cleaner (I mean disclaimer): I don't own PJatO! Nor do I own hospitals... just throwing it out there.
2) To recap: ... forget it, just READ!
Chapter 7:
Time itself seemed to slow down. I dropped the phone and all of us (minus Thalia because quite frankly she had no clue what was going on) were on the verge of tears. Sally had been like a mother to me and she was Percy's mom. Percy stumbled forward and leaned on me for support. He shook his head and stared at the carpeted floor, trying desperately to hold in tears. He looked up at me with urgency in his eyes and I nodded. Thalia had charged over to where we were standing. "If one of you doesn't tell me what in the hell is going on-,"
"Thalia, go put your shoes on," I said it with a firmness in my voice that I never knew I had. I turned and took both of Percy's hands in mine gripping them tightly, "Percy, your mom is tough. She'll make it through this. Go put on your shoes, we'll go to the hospital and check up on her, she'll be fine." He looked down at our hands and nodded solemnly. I let go of him and proceeded to put on my shoes. Once I had slipped my shoes on Percy already had his wallet and dashed out the door. I chased after him in pursuit and Thalia followed behind us cussing like a sailor at every step on our way down the four flights of stairs. People jumped out of our way as we practically flew down the stairs.
We leaped the last few stairs and bounded across the lobby when the doorman called out, "Percy, boy where's the fire?"
"Not now Mr. -God, I can never remember your name!" He yelled this over his shoulder as he flung the double doors open and we sprinted out the door and down the stairs to the sidewalk. We stood there panting on the sidewalk as Percy waved his arms, whistled, jumped up and down sporadically, and did pretty much anything to try and get a cab driver's attention. The amount of frustration in his eyes shocked me so much that when he looked me in the eyes I gasped. Percy looked about ready to run into the middle of the road and throw himself out in front of a taxi in order to stop when (thank God) one stopped. He pulled up beside us and Percy dove into the backseat with Thalia and I close behind (in that order: Thalia in the middle, me near the window). "Hospital. Hurry," Percy practically yelled at the man while nervously running a hand through his hair.
In the silence that followed I looked down at my t-shirt (A/N: Sorry I couldn't help it), the front was a picture of a grassy meadow with strands of leafy-green grass that had to be at least knee height. In the middle of the meadow were two younger looking adults (21-22 years old… or something like that) holding hands; the boy had shaggy, ebony black hair and wore jeans and a simple navy button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows casually while the girl had curly, pure golden hair that cascaded down her back to her bright yellow sundress. Their backs were turned so that you could only see what they looked like from behind. The sun shone down brightly on them near black text that floated lazily in the clouds, "A day without sunshine is like..." the saying carried on to the back where the shirt was split along the sleeves: half of the shirt bright and sunny and half of it black as night. On the back the couple was now lying down on their backs in the grass while the blonde pointed at either the sparkling full moon or the shiny stars that hung in the cloudless night. Next to the moon was the rest of the phrase in white text, "… night."
I noticed Thalia looking from me to Percy and repeating the process a couple of times before she broke the silence, "Would one of you please tell me-."
"Thalia!" Percy and I both shouted it at the same time, like we had read each other's minds. Thalia simply raised her hands in defeat and leaned back in her seat. I heard her mutter something about "damned hormones" before the taxi lurched to a stop in the middle of typical New York traffic. I turned my gaze to Percy to see that his knuckles had gone white from gripping the arm-rest. It looked as if he could tear it off and fling the taxi door to Mexico. Without even really knowing what I was doing I reached over across Thalia and took his other hand. He looked at me, confused at first, but then he did something that threw me completely off guard: he smiled. I smiled back at him, not a happy smile but a grim we'll-get-through-this-together-I-promise smile.
Thalia looked down at our joined hands. She rolled her eyes, "I knew I was going to regret sitting between the love b-."
"Thalia!" We once again stopped her mid sentence.
"Guys, I'm really getting tired of-,"
"Thalia!"
"Percy, Annab-,"
"Thalia!"
"Seriousl-,"
"Thalia!"
"God da-,"
"Thalia!" I wiggled my free finger at her in shame, "That's not very nice language to use around an excellent cab driver like-," I looked over at his name tag, "Danielle?"
He looked disapprovingly at us as we tried our best to hold in our laughter. "Danielle" spoke in a rough, surprisingly deep voice, "Its pronounced Daniel."
Thalia laughed hysterically at me, "Jeez Annabeth, you're so immatur-."
"Thalia!"
"Shit."
Sorry, I know it wasn't what you were expecting but hey- that's what chapter 8 is for! Am I right? Of course not; I mean look at me answering my own questions! So anyways what I want you to do next is a very sacred ritual that requires- you know what? Just click the review button and tell me how horribly great this chapter was! No, I'm kidding, just give me your opinion is all I ask. Also, many many many thanks goes out to all of you guys who read, reviewed, alerted, and favorited my stories! Feel free to shoot me a PM if you want to (I'll probably check my phone for updates and messages next week)!
PS: If this sounds crappy bare in mind it was written at 12:16 AM...
