I woke up with sweat pouring down my face. I looked around the room I was currently in and it didn't look anything like the infirmary room thing-a-ma-jig that I had been in with Nico's arms still wrapped around my waist, probably angering my dad a little. I was continuing my tour of this weird room I was in when my breathing stopped short as I noticed something that wasn't really supposed to be here. There was my mom. She was slumped against the white cot I was in, her breath came up and down in little huffs so she appeared to be sleeping. My first thought:

'Isn't she supposed to be dead?'

Yes, this was the wonderful woman who saved my life from depression, cared and raised me and slept with me when I was scared and all I could think of was the stupid and idiotic fact that she was supposedly assumed to be dead, no scratch that, she was claimed to be dead. All right so where's the blood?!

Her eyes snapped opened as I let out a startled gasp. She glanced up at me and her lips twitched into that happy smile I loved. I let all my tears come loose. Her warmth filled inside of me once she wrapped her arms around my waist, her comforting scent of cherries mixed with mangoes mixed with roses - weird perfume but then again so is my mom - formed inside my head. I always loved the way she felt and always will.

I felt her tears hit the top of my head, slipping down my hair, dropping to the ground, making the carpet wet, along with mine.

The door creaked open. Wait a minute...

Creaked?!

My hands flew to my ears. Round bumps had been put over them.

Hearing aids?

I shook my head. I never wore hearing aids because... I wanted to be the way I was meant to be. My gaze shifted over to the door where grover was standing, flowers in his hand and a name tag with the words 'Mr. Underwood' on it. What was going on? All of a sudden it came flooding back to me.

- Flashback -

We had just been released from our mythology class where we started learning about Roman and Greek gods and goddess. I had grabbed an apple for recess and started out. My mind was on Greek mythology. Ity was awesome the way they made it so simple to underdstand. I slipped under a tree and began to read about it while a soccer game was forming up ahead of me. Next thing you know I was hit by a ball, breaking my arm and ending in a state of unconsciousness in the process.

Soccer balls are EVIL!

- End of Flashback -

I blinked.

None of that was real. Nico didn't exist, Jessica never killed me, Percy is just a figmant of my imangination and Annabeth was the part of my brain that was smart. All of it was a dream. A dream. I think I even dreamed up Nico's point of view. No one but Gro-Mr. Underwood exists. I smile. So my mom never died, I wasn't a half-blood, I didn't have to worry about anything except for my stupid hearing aids which I swore I would never wear.

Why am I wearing hearing aids?
Because the doctors are making you... but you don't have to wear them. They are there when you want them.
Is that true, Mom?
Yes.

I sighed. That's good. Mr. Underwood glanced at me and smiled.

It is good to know you are all right.

I grinned, pulling off my hearing aids. I wouldn't need them right now. All I want to do is sign and be the normal person I am. The deaf person I am. The one person I wanted to be. A deaf one. I laid back down on my cot, smiling.

I have never been this happy in my whole, entire life. Mom got up and left to go tell the doctors I was awake.

Do you remember what happened?
Yes.
All right. What happened?
A soccer ball hit me and broke my arm. I slammed against the tree and fell unconscious.

He nodded.

Good. Like I said, it is good to know you are all right.

I grinned again.

It is good to know, too.
Maybe next time you will stay awake it my class.

I whacked him on the arm in a playful manner.

So what were you dreaming about?

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