Hey. So, it's been a while, and I'm honestly really sorry for the 2+ months hiatus. Life has been incredibly busy, but I'm settled into my new house, and school has started again. Most of the reason I haven't updated is terrible writer's block for this story. I'm currently writing my own story, and have been focusing a lot on that.

I've come back (obviously) and have a proposition for all readers. Me taking another (probably longer) hiatus. During that, I'll continue writing for this story. Once I have it finished, or have a good collection of chapters, I would start updating once a week.

Or I don't go on hiatus, and update every time a chapter is finished, editing and revising and all. Please let me know in the review section :D

Also, I will be answering all reviews from June 8 and on in Chapter 12.

Officer Poseidon J. Neptune

He surveyed the scene, sighing. At this point, it should've been another day on the job. But how was one supposed to get used to traumatized teenagers? The Chief Medic on the scene was ordering the faculty around and in a heart-stopping moment, Poseidon realized that one of the passengers was still inside the wrecked car. It was obvious that everyone helping were struggling to do so. He slid down the slope, flailing for a few moments, before coming to a stop by the car.

"Neptune," The officer's close friend and medical chief, Apollo looked over panicked, "There's still a teenager inside. He looks bad." Poseidon nodded grimly. His friend was in civilian clothes, and he knew that it wasn't his shift.

"Are you guys just going to stand there?" One of the EMTs demanded, "I need people to lift up this side of the car...Now!" Poseidon and Apollo shared a look, before bracing themselves and lifting the bumper of the car, with the help of several other passerbys and medics.

The car creaked and the kid inside groaned. The EMT pried the door open, and gently pulled the passenger out. Poseidon gently eased his part of the bumper back onto the grass, and looked at the victim. Apollo hadn't been kidding, he looked bad.

Percy

When Percy woke up, he was in a world of pain. He gasped for air, clutching the nearest object in an effort to save himself. Distantly, he heard voices, frantic voices, and was aware that he was shaking. Not like shivering, and not like trembling, but full on shaking. He knew what this is was. Annabeth had been studying it out loud once, during lunch, and it was on the tip. of. his. tongue. He wanted to scream in frustration, but for fear of biting his tongue, he stayed quiet, unable to move in his own fashion.

Eventually the shaking subsided. And Percy became suddenly more aware of his situation. He was strapped onto what seemed like a narrow table, but was infinitely more comfortable. That didn't do much, though, because every muscle ached and burned, and he could smell the metallic blood in the air. A machine was beeping, and a siren blared.

What happened? Percy was supposed to be at a party. Not here, not- oh. The events came rushing back to Percy like a tidal wave, washing over him, tossing him everywhere with no relent. His mind began racing, meeting and matching the incessant beeping that filled his surroundings. The car had crashed, the car had crashed, the car had crashed, the. car. had. crashed.

"His heart rate just skyrocketed, he's awake." One of those frantic voices cut past his thoughts. Percy winced from the severity of the voice. Everything was so loud, "What's our ETA?"

"Ten Minutes," A frustrated voice, angrier, replied, "Put him under. We can't risk him seizing again and he's just getting worked up." A mask was slipped over his mouth and nose, and Percy could feel drowsiness start to pull at his eyelids. He wanted to scream, fight it. He didn't know what was happening. And Grover. And Juniper. Were they okay? He couldn't fall asleep without an answ-

Grover

Grover stared at the departing ambulance, speeding away. Grover wanted to do that, speed away as far away as he could, away from the bloody scene of horror. Someone had given him a blanket, for shock, but Grover barely noticed it. Juniper was beside him, clutching her arm, and crying softly.

"Do you think he'll be okay?" She asked softly, staring down at the wreck of the car that could never be salvaged.

"I-i don't know..." Grover admitted, "He just looked so...lifeless, so unlike himself."

Juniper sighed, chewing on her lip. Then she said, decidedly, "He'll be fine. I don't know him that well, but he will be fine."

"And what if he isn't?" Grover demands. Juniper looked surprised at his outburst, but he went on, "What if he doesn't wake up again? What if he's not okay? and it's all my fault?"

"Grover..." Juniper pleaded. But Grover wasn't listening. Juniper reached out to put a hand on his shoulder, but stopped short as a police officer approached them. Juniper studied the man. He was subjectively handsome, in a rugged way. He had windswept hair and was muscular. But Juniper only noticed the man's eyes. They were a painfully familiar green, almost identical to Percy's.

Grover noticed just as soon, and had to choke back a sob. The officer didn't notice, instead introducing himself, "Kids, I'm Officer Neptune. We're getting help for you both as quickly as we can, but do you mind if I were to ask you a few questions?"

Grover nodded. The officer pulled out a notepad and a pen, and flipped to an empty page.

"Alright, the other passenger. Can you tell me anything about him- name? age? someone we can get in contact with?"

"His name," Grover took a shuddering breath, "is Percy Jackson. He's 17 years old. His mother is Sally Jackson, but I can contact her and let her know. Look, this was intentional. It wasn't someone running a red light; the SUV that crashed into us, it wasn't an accident."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive," Grover looked at the officer, angrily, "Don't write this off as some idiot driver, or a hit-and-run. Please."

"...Okay..." Officer Neptune muttered- as if he was unsure whether to trust a traumatized teenager- scribbling into his notepad. Approaching sirens blared, and the three of them looked up, and Officer Neptune's radio went off, flickers of voices among the static. Grover watched as Officer Neptune grimaced and turned the knob, before turning back to Grover and Juniper, "First things first, you need to get that arm fixed, and you should get that cut looked at."

Sally Jackson

Sally Jackson's stomach dropped on her way home from work. That was the first sign that something was wrong. The second sign was that after she pulled over and after she parked and after she got out her phone and after she called Percy, and after she called Percy again, and after she called him a third time, tears forming, someone called her.

She didn't recognize the number, but she pressed accept anyway, hoping it was Percy calling her from someone else's phone, having lost his or using up the battery.

"Hello?" She asked, holding her breath for the short second that passed before the caller answered.

"Ah, yes, hello," The person said in a bored, almost exasperated voice, "Is this Sally Jackson?"

"Yes...Yes, I am," Sally answered quickly, "Who is calling?"

"I'm Detective Dionysus with the NYPD. I regret to inform you that your son, Percy Jackson, was involved in a car crash earlier this evening and he..." The rest of the sentence faded from existence as Sally froze, her head spinning. Not her son. Not Percy.

The detective's voice drifted up, but she hardly registered them. Detective Dionysus had to repeat himself several times to get her attention.

"Ma'am, Ma'am. Are you there?" He asked, and Sally shook herself out of her stupor. She wanted to ask a billion questions, but she focused on the most important question in her mind, "Where is he? Where is my son?"

She hurriedly wrote down the hospital address and thanked the detective. Then she dried her eyes and pulled into the street.

Her stomach flip-flopped as she raced to the hospital.

Fin.

Have you looked at the notes on top? You should. I hear they are important.

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