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I knelt over the bed, knees on the floor and head in my hands. The rough cotton sheets that now held me up smelled of loss and despair, two things that I really couldn't handle. The Apollo healers tried to lighten up the mood by turning on a cheery piano song on the radio. It made me want to vomit.

I stood up, not looking at the person in front of me, and grabbed a pillow from a nearby bed. Throwing it, the radio fell off the table and broke into pieces. It actually made me happy, in a morbid way, that something was breaking here other than Percy and my heart.

There lay his body, wrapped in layers of bandages, with his stomach weakly rising and falling, slower than usual. I still couldn't bring myself to look at his face, but I knew what I would see.

Pale sunken cheeks. Dim, sea green eyes. The face of a corpse, on someone still alive.

I couldn't believe that after going through so much, after literally going through hell and back, he was on his deathbed from a stupid game.

It was a Saturday, I think. Maybe Sunday. I'd lost track of time here in the infirmary.

But Friday night. It had gone so well. So well. It was Capture the Flag. Ares against Athena, as was usual. But for once Percy had sided with the Ares team.

He had been on right flank, Clarisse didn't trust him enough to send him to get the flag. He wouldn't have been able to get it anyway.

After a long fight, I crossed the boundary line, flag in hand, to signify the end of the game. A quick celebration with my team and I ran to Cabin 3 to boast about our victory.

Knock, knock. No answer. Knock, knock. I tried again. Still nothing. Worrying, I barged inside to find it empty.

Don't worry, Annabeth, I told myself, Don't worry, he's probably at the campfire, already.

I ran up to the amphitheater to look for him. Still he was nowhere to be found. I was about to go find Chiron when a blood curdling scream made it's way from the edge of the woods.

I knew it was him. Without even looking I knew it was him.

"Percy!" I screamed, making my way down the path. "Percy!"

A couple of Hermes kids came and grabbed my arms. Kicking and screaming, I tried to get away, but they held fast.

"Annabeth!" they yelled, trying to get me to calm down, "Annabeth, stop! You can't see him now! You can't see him like this!"

"Ahhh!" I needed to get away. I needed to get away! My Percy... My Seaweed Brain...

I remember being dragged across the yard into one of the cabins- probably the one for Hypnos. And the next thing I knew I was asleep.

I dreamed of blood. A lots of it. Falling down like rain, filling up the ocean, and mostly coming out of me. It seemed that holes open up everywhere in me, each starting a new river of the dark crimson liquid.

I thrashed and squirmed, trying to get it to stop. But it just kept coming and coming. I pooled up until it reached my mouth. And then I went under.

I woke up on the porch of the Big House.

The sun was brightly shining. The grass green as could be. The ocean still, like a mirror. It was all too perfect. It was missing one thing. A certain Son of Poseidon.

Standing, I walked into the Big House. Down and down the corridors until I came to the infirmary.

There was a large group of kids gathered around one bed. I could smell the blood from here. Blood mixed with the scent of the sea.

I shakily made my way forward until I was next to his bed. Only then did someone look up.

"Annabeth, Annabeth, please leave," begged the head counselor of the Apollo cabin, Will Solace. "I don't want you to have to see him like this, please-"

Cutting him off with a wave of my hand, I looked at the frail body of the boy that I loved more than anything else.

Blood pumped from a huge gash in his stomach, just as it had mine in my dreams.

Without warning, I found myself on the floor.


(Percy's POV)

A hellhound. Something as simple as a hellhound had put me on my deathbed. I almost made me laugh but I winced from the pain.

Already cocky after imprisoning several campers during Capture the Flag, I wasn't paying much attention to what was going on around me.

I heard twigs snapping, but figured it was just some people skirting around the edges of the clearing I was in.

What I didn't expect was to find myself in the mouth of a monster a second later.

All I could do was yell. I don't think any words came out, but I made myself pretty loud.

Soon a ring of campers had gathered around the hellhound, slicing and chopping it to dust.

Falling from it's grasp, I was knocked unconscious.


(Annabeth's POV)

Here I was now. Clinging onto my one shard of hope that he may be okay.

I'd taken residence in the infirmary for the past few days, refusing to leave his side.

The only time I'd look away was when they would change his bandages. I couldn't stand to see the blood. I guess I had hemophobia now...

Then he woke up.

I saw his eyes flutter open, squinting in the bright light.

"Percy..." I whispered. I couldn't believe my eyes. They had said that he might never wake up. That he might never get out of his coma.

He started straight ahead.

"Percy?" I asked. I was afraid of what was going on.

"Annabeth... Annabeth.. Annabeth I love you..." he spoke so softly that I could barely hear him. "I love you..."

"Percy! Percy, you are not going to die!" That was the only thing that I was sure of. If he died then so would I. If he died then we would go to the Underworld together. "Percy! You are going to stay with me! Do you understand? You will not leave me. Not after what we've been through. Not after what we've done..." I began to weep.


(Percy's POV)

I remember waking up once. The rest of the time was dreamless, painless slumber. I think I was in shock, and that's why I didn't feel anything. I think I heard Annabeth say that once.

I could hear what was going on around me. But I couldn't feel it. Or see it. Or change it in any way.

I was pretty positive that I wasn't going to make it. I could sense how much blood I'd lost. But I couldn't leave Annabeth without her knowing for sure how I felt.

The reason I woke up, I think, was by pure force. I forced myself to wake up.

"Annabeth... Annabeth... Annabeth I love you..." I meant every word that I said. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if she didn't know that that was absolutely true.

Zoning out, I could hear my Wise-Girl's voice, I could hear the emotions that she poured into them. But I couldn't hear her words. And it broke me into pieces that I meant that much to her, but there was nothing more I could do.

I closed my eyes, ready to let go, but I held on for one more second.

From the Waterland and the Sea of Monsters to the Labyrinth and the crumbling stones of Mt. Olympus. Together we traveled from Camp Jupiter and Rome and through the depths of Tartarus.

We had had more adventures than I needed for a lifetime, than anyone needs in their life.

I'd fought hundreds of battles. Fought thousands of monsters.

Not bad. I thought to myself. Not bad at all.

And with that I cut the one string still holding me here and faced my eternity.


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