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'We have some news on Annabeth.' The short plump nurse announced.

I felt my stomach flip and I began shaking, like a small child receiving their test results.

'I have good news and bad news.' The nurse announced. 'The good news; Annabeth has responded well to her medication, and is no longer in critical condition. Which means she'll be okay, and will be on her feet again in no time.' The nurse explained.

Percy breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered 'Thank the gods.'

'And the bad news?' Nico asked.

'She's going to need to take medication everyday for the rest of her life. It will prevent her body rejecting the kidney again. But we don't know the extent of the damage yet and there's no way of telling if she'll be okay in later life.' The nurse explained.

'Well, I guess that the good news out weighs the bad.' I mumbled, still in shock. 'Can I go and see her?'

'Of course, but she's had a lot of medication don't expect much sense from her.' The nurse smiled. 'Also, only go in one at a time, too much excitement this early after treatment could be fatal.'

I nodded, and followed the nurse through the green double doors. I was quite surprised that Percy hadn't asked to come instead of me. But I still wasn't talking to Percy and he couldn't look me in the eyes. So I suppose he'd thought better of it. Nico had told me about him trying to apologise, and I didn't blame him for not accepting. Maybe he'd been worried that Nico, or me for that matter, would have attacked him.

'Here we are.' The nurse announced, stopping in front of a pale blue door.

She scuttled along the corridor, her heels clicking loudly. I pushed the door open and slowly made my way along the ward. The walls were painted white and eight freshly made beds were standing in two straight lines against the walls. The smell of disinfectant was stronger in there, and the room was rather stuffy. Only three of the beds were occupied. The first, by a dark haired middle aged woman, who appeared to be asleep. The second by an elderly man, who was watching a baseball match on the small fuzzy television that hung from the ceiling, not paying me any attention as I silently passed his bed. The third and final occupied bed was Annabeth's.

As I approached I noticed how ill she looked. Her face was as white as a sheet and dark bags hung below her eyes. Her once shiny, wavy hair was now greasy and lay splayed randomly across the clean pillow. Tubes were attached to her, and I felt my eyes sting with tears.

I felt responsible for looking after her, like I had all those years ago when we'd been on the run. When I looked at her I still saw that scrawny, scared little seven year old girl, who I'd hugged and looked after all those years ago. She'd been like my little sister, and I still felt like that now, even if she was older than me now. I'd been a hunter for only a few years, but Annabeth had continued to age and was eventually older than me. It didn't feel right, but it didn't feel that much different either. She was taller, and could drive before me and what not, but it hadn't made a lot of difference to me.

'Luke!.' Annabeth mumbled, pulling me out of my thoughts. 'No!'

It was only then I noticed she was asleep, and having nightmares by the sound of it. Poor thing, I thought. Percy had abused me, but I'd never had more than a few bruises. Annabeth was lying there, recovering from a major operation with possible brain damage. She didn't deserve it; she was such a good person. It felt so wrong, to watch her lying there, re-living it all in her head. Luke deserved to be thrown in to Tartarus. I'd always been kind to him, trusted him, helped when he needed it. But now, all I felt was anger towards him.

'Help!' Annabeth cried desperately.

I gently sat on the edge of her bed and held her hand in a friendly gesture. 'It's okay Annabeth, I'm here.'

'Help!.' She murmured, quieter this time.

'It's okay Annabeth. It's me Thalia. I'm here to help you, don't worry.' I said soothingly.

'Help.' She whispered.

'It's okay. I'm here.' I whispered in reply.

Annabeth seemed to calm down again, and rolled over. But I'm pretty sure I heard her mumble 'Thank you.'

The nurse popped her head around the ward door just then and announced.

'Her boyfriend wants to see her now, is that okay?' She asked politely.

'Of course.' I replied, standing up and leaving the room.

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