"What do you mean you needed me? You said that you could hold."

"You said that we could hold. Thalia put you with our cabin for a reason."

"Well I'm sorry."

"You don't understand. Do you?"

"Come again."

"We lost three campers. And Drew is- not in good shape."

"This is all your fault, Percy." someone called.

"This is not all my fault!"

"You abandoned your post. If you hadn't, there wouldn't have been such a risk. Can't you just do as you're told?"

"No as a matter of fact I will not do as I'm told. And maybe if Drew would lift a finger to do anything but paint her nails and do her make-up, she wouldn't be so bad off. How hurt is she?"

"Come on." Silena lead Percy out of the kitchen.

They made it to the top floor, the unofficial infirmary. Silena stopped in front of a suite and put her hand on the door.

"Drew," Silena sighed. "Doesnt look good, Percy."

"I know, can't you just open the door."

"First, answer me this one question."

"Silena, stop dramatising everything. Open the dang door."

"Why did you leave?" She looked him in the eyes. Her sad blue eyes begged for an answer. "Two of my sisters and one of my brothers is dead, Percy. You owe me this."

"You told me that if I loved Annabeth so much, I shouldn't lose her that easily."

"So you went to get her."

He sighed and tilted his head backwards. No way she would make him feel guilty about this. "Yes. I did."

"I hope you're happy with your decision Percy. I really hope you are." She turned the handle and pushed the door open before running back down the hallway.

Percy stepped into the room. The curtains were drawn so the room was dim. A form was lying in the bed and the blankets were pulled up.

"Drew?" He asked.

"Percy, is that you?" Her voice was weak and utterly drained.

He switched on the floor lamp as he approached her.

"Don't turn the light on." He realised why she sounded so different: she wasn't putting power into her words, no charmspeak.

He didnt move to turn it back off. When he reached the bedside Drew had turned her back to him and covered her head with the blankets.

"Why did you come?"

"I wanted to see you." He lied.

"Silena brought you."

"Yeah, look put down the blankets. If were going to talk."

"No. I won't let you look at me."

"Theres no need to cover up your face." he wrapped his fingers around the seam and pulled.

She clenched the material even more tightly. "I heard you talking in the hallway. You went to get Annie back. Silena was right. I hope you can live with that, especially since it failed and you didn't get her-"

"But I-"

"Look don't be all defensive I totally get it. Sure. But it boils down to your screwed up views and all so whatever."

She didn't have the right to talk like that, no matter how sick she was.

"I give up," Percy tried to keep his cool. "You need anything; ambrosia, water?"

"Sure. I'm thirsty." He grabbed a mug from the cabinet over the sink and filled it with water.

"Here."

"I have to sit up."

"Ok."

"I need you to leave. You cannot see my face like this."

"I'm not gonna leave. Get off your high horse and just sit up! I won't freak out or anything."

"That's what they all said. Why do you think I don't have visitors?"

She sounded pitiful and Percy almost felt bad for her but she had been the one to eagerly point a a finger at Annabeth. She had been the one to spear-head getting her out of the camp. She had wanted Annabeth to die. She hadn't cared. So why should he?

He leaned forward and pried the blanket from her hold, and snatched it away from her face.

The mug fell from his hand and shattered on the ground. Drew covered her face with her hands began to sob hysterically.

"I told you not to look."

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