She will make it, I promise
A/N: Heya! So this is a story about when Clarisse gets seriously injured and Chiron doesn't think she'll make it, but Chris disagrees. This is set between TBOTY and TLO It's the summer holidays now (whoo!) so hopefully I can update more. The favourites/follows and reviews mean a lot, so thanks!
As Chris walked out of his cabin that morning he could tell something was off. It was a normal, busy day at camp, yet he had a feeling in his gut that something wasn't right. Something was wrong. Ignoring the feeling he set out for his day-to-day activities; eating, sleeping, training… the usual. A couple of the Ares campers gave him funny looks as he walked by, but he thought nothing of it. He got funny looks off them a lot since he and Clarisse had started dating, he knew they didn't like it. However there was nothing they could do. Walking by the big house he noticed Chiron, looking anxious. As he drew closer he called out to Chris,
"Chris!" Chiron yelled, beckoning him over. This confused Chris as he wasn't aware of anything he had done wrong.
"What?" He replied as he walked slowly over, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"I – I think it's best if you come with me" Chiron looked at Chris pityingly as he lead him into the big house. Seeing how serious he was, Chris followed in silence. Worry eating away at him as he remembered the bad feeling he had that morning.
Chris followed Chiron into a big room; a room he knew was only used in emergencies. It was big, with plain walls and a single window. In the middle there was a large hospital bed, as he looked round he knew at once that this was an emergency, because there, in the bed, lay Clarisse. Her eyes were shut and her face was pale, like she was asleep. He ran over and grabbed her limp hand before turning to Chiron,
"What happened!?" Chris demanded, panic washing over him like water.
"She is in a coma" He gently explained, "While she was in the forges a metal pipe from a heater broke loose, and hit her in the head" Chiron sighed as he finished. Chris stared blankly at him as it flew over his head.
"When will she wake up?" Chris questioned, looking back to his lifeless girlfriend.
"We don't know. But it doesn't look good" Chiron looked away, to the window. Sadness overtaking his features as he spoke.
"What-what are you saying?" He stuttered, trying to stay calm.
"I don't think she'll make it, I'm sorry" Chiron responded regrettably. His words pierced Chris like a dagger, but he wasn't going to give up.
"She will make it, I promise" He insisted as he sat on the bed next to Clarisse, stroking her hair gently.
A couple of weeks later Chris jumped from his bed quickly, almost yelling in joy. It was 2am, and Chiron wasn't going to be pleased, but he didn't care as he ran towards the big house at top speed.
"Chiron!" He yelled as he banged on the door, hoping desperately he would hear him. As Chiron opened the door Chris barged in, too absorbed in his idea to ask for approval. But Chiron didn't seem to mind,
"What is it, boy?" Chiron asked gently, closing the door behind Chris.
"I think I know how to save Clarisse"
"My child, I fear it is already too late. I don't think we can save her"
"Please! Please give my idea a try Chiron" He begged, agony clear on his features at Chiron's words.
"Ok" Chiron reluctantly agreed, "What's the idea?"
"The fleece!" Chris exclaimed, he carried on when he saw Chiron's confused look, "The Golden Fleece is said to heal anything, it might heal Clarisse!" He grinned at Chiron as he said the idea out loud for the first time.
"I don't think, it will work…" Chiron shook his head sadly, not knowing if the fleece was capable of healing comas.
"We have to try!" Chris demanded, heading to the door. Chiron just smiled at his hopefulness and waited for Chris to return with the fleece.
When Chris returned no more than 10 minutes later the two of them ran up to Clarisse's room. Chiron wasn't sure it would work, but he wanted it to. Clarisse was their best fighter and had been at camp for a long time, he didn't want her to die yet.
"Please please please" Chris mumbled as he laid the fleece gently over Clarisse, his hope flowing into the single word he chanted again and again. As time went on Chiron prepared himself for the worst, it wasn't going to work. But as he placed his hand onto Chris' shoulder to break the news, the fleece began to glow. It was healing Clarisse. Slowly the colour began to return to her features as she shifted in her bed, the first movement she had done in a couple of weeks. Chris managed to contain himself to be sure she was ok, but when her eyes opened he laughed in happiness and hugged her as tight as he could, pushing equipment and wires out of his way. She was ok, it had worked. Behind them, Chiron smiled as Clarisse slowly wrapped her arms round Chris, leaning into his protective hug and pulling him closer with what little strength she could manage.
