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IM SO SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME.

I felt like a mini Uncle Rick when writing the last chapter. *proudly stands tall*. *** If there is confusion in this chapter (there is never before heard information in here), just PM me. I'm sorry I just stuck this in here with no detail in previous chapters! Also if you think it's kinda dumb, sorry last minute idea! I needed a reason!

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Percy's POV:

"Annabeth..." I felt one single tear slid down my cheek from my left eye, but there were more to come, I could feel it. Studies show that when you're crying from happiness, the first tear will come out your right eye. When you're crying from despair, normally it would come down from your left eye. Right now, I was broken. I never cry, really. It's very rare. Is only when I feel that my world has been torn apart, I cry. I thought I had lost all my tears when my dad had died, but this proved me wrong. I held her as blood continued to spew out of her shoulder, but luckily her pulse was still going. I didn't know how long till it'd stop though. I took off my jacket and attempted to clog the wound, preventing more blood from coming out. It only did a little bit of good. I knew Luke still had the gun in his hand, so I couldn't call for an ambulance to come right away. He'd shoot me if I tried.

"See what if feels like to be broken, Jackson?" Luke was trying to tease me, but I knew he was broken inside too. "It hurts, doesn't it?" I shivered, from both his voice and the gust of wind that flew by. Of course I know what it felt like to be broken, he knew I did too.

"Why-Why did you shoot her." I tried to sound stronger than I really was at the moment. My voice cracked, which probably didn't help. I stared at her, helpless. The weight of the world was on my shoulders, and she wasn't there to help me hold it. A tear trickled down my cheek, dropping into her smooth forehead. I stroked back some of her hair, trying to formulate a plan in my head. I had to find a way to call an ambulance without him noticing.

"I wasn't aiming for her, you idiot. I was aiming for you; she just got in the way. Protecting you. For what reason? Who knows!" I gritted my teeth. He pointed the gun at Annabeth. "You just had to take my girlfriend, didn't you, you life ruining, sick bastard. You're gonna pay for all the things you've done to me." He pointed the gun directly in the center of my forehead, and I closed my eyes, preparing for whatever it was he had coming.

"Pretty brave, Jackson." He praised discreetly. He flipped the gun around, sticking it back in his pocket. "Do you know how many times you've ruined my life? Think about how many times my life has been ruined by you. Well here's one example." He pointed the gun at Annabeth's limp body.

"Well think about how many times you've ruined MINE!" I spat back. It was true, he had made it miserable for years. Luke Castellan, making me miserable since 2008. The beatings, the teasing, he was always going to be my number one enemy.

"Don't you remember what your father did to mine?! Your dad's the reason why my dad is in jail! Remember that? Do you, Per-"

"YOURS IS THE REASON WHY MINE IS DEAD!" I I felt molecule explode inside me upon the subject. Nobody, absolutely nobody, was allowed to bring up this subject. Especially from the person's father who was responsible. "Don't you dare talk about my dad."

"That position was meant for my father! My father was meant to get that offer of a corpal, not yours! Mine! His whole life to make his way up to the top, turn the world into a better place little by little. He couldn't do that while stuck in private first class the rest of his life. He was a private longer than your dad, too. (A/N: Military Marine ranks. Corpal is higher x2 than a first class private. Pretty big deal)."

"That didn't mean he had to KILL him!" I was fuming. My fists were clenched, shaking tightly at my sides. My blood raised about a hundred degrees, and my teeth were grinding together giving the feeling of sandpaper between my jaw. "It didn't mean your father had to kill him..."

I remember that morning clear as day.

When I woke up, I knew something was off. I remember peeking out the hallway, finding my mother that morning at the kitchen table. Her hands covered her mouth and tears ran down her face. There was a man sitting next her, dressed in a sleek, shiny suit. He bent over, my reflection in his sunglasses. His face was stressed, yet relaxed, and he barely managed a smile at me."Your father..." He began. I felt my heart drop, the world stopped turning, and I had stopped breathing. I looked back at my mother, who was still delicately covering her mouth with her hand, nodding at me. She knew what I was thinking. "He was killed by someone the night before at the military base. We hadn't found out who yet, but we're working on that. I'm very sorry."

To be honest, I had always imagined my father being killed in battle-but to found out he was killed by another person...it made me weak in my knees.

"My father had worked for that job all his life. You father was the jealous one, unable to process the fact that my father was better. Is that what runs in the family, Luke? Jealously? Are you jealous that Annabeth liked me better? Are you jealous that I was a better boyfriend than you-" A blow to the head came far too quickly. Speeding past my eye in less than a second, unable to stop it. I fell to the ground, with my head throbbing in pain. Slowly, I opened a single eye to find Luke making his way towards me, flipping me onto my back and glaring me in the eye. His nostrils flared like an angry bull, cocking the gun placing it on my jaw. I took another look at Annabeth, who was growing paler.

Think, Percy think.

Luckily, I noticed Luke's phone barely hanging out his back pocket. One foot, locked on his stomach. The other, locked on his back pocket. Here goes nothing.

"Jackson, Jackson, Jackson..." He muttered, his breath blowing in my face. He traced the barely around my jaw, and I hate to say it but I felt like he was going to kiss me. He traced the gun barrel around my jaw, smirking. "You just wish you were better than me, don't you? You so wish-"

"Pardon the interruption." Really, you couldn't blame me for looking so stupid when I kind of tried looking cool. But seriously, you can't help but look like a crab when kicking someone with both your feet.

As usual, my plan worked. Luke flew back (and off of me), while his phone soared through the air, landing too far for me to catch. Luckily, it didn't land on Annabeth and didn't add any other injuries. Luke groaned on the floor, making this my chance to call 9-1-1. I began to crawl, evolving into a struggle to get up. The whack Luke had given me with the back of his gun still stuck, making my vision fuzzy.

Nearly there...

My fingertips just brushed against the screen, until I was kicked down yet again. My forehead hit hard against the concrete, and I felt my skin scrape and liquid beginning to come out of the cut. "Ow..." I mumbled. I licked the liquid on the side of my lip, confirming it was blood. My cheek was nothing but numb and scraped so that's a relief.

"Don't think about it, Jackson." Luke kicked me back over, and grabbed my shirt collar once again lifting me off the ground. Boy, did he have something against collars? "I don't wanna get my ass arrested, got it? No tricks or shit and you'll live."

"Well, there's one trick..." I chuckled, despite the fact it pierced my chest and I was finding it difficult to catch my breath. "Remember the trick where I could solve a rubix cube behind my back?" I unveiled the phone in one of my palms, already connected to 9-1-1. "Not so useless now, is it?"

"Hello? Is anyone there?" The operator frantically repeated on the other side.

Luke let me go, attempting to make a run for it. Luckily for me, he was standing right on top of me, making it easy to hook my feet around his legs and he fell to the ground, landing with a final groan. As fast as I could, I sat on top of him. Awkward, I know, but it was the easiest way to secure him on the ground at the moment. "My girlfriend has been shot, I have the shooter here, send someone quick!"

"Sir, paramedics are on their way. She'll be sent to the hospital as soon as possible."

"Thank you..." I laughed dryly. Those two words seemed to be the only things coming out my mouth. "Thank you, thank you." As soon as they disconnected, I put my lips close to Luke's ear, purposely making him uncomfortable. "I'm saying this once, and I am not going to repeat myself. Do not come back after all this is over. I never want to hear from you again, and once the others hear about what you did, they won't either."

As a reply, he did nothing but grunt like a bull, unleashing his anger little by little.

"I'll get you, Jackson."

"Save it." Just as they promised, there was a siren wailing in the distance giving the feeling of hope in the air once again. I gave a silent prayer to thank whoever was going to save the day.

" "

As the paramedics were busy with Annabeth, I watched Luke in the back of a police car, eyes red as if he had actually been crying. I softened my face a bit, but it was the best for him. An almost telepathic wave let me know he knew this was the best for him too. Guilt had taken over him.

"She's losing much blood. We have to go to the hospital, now!" The paramedic who was tending Annabeth screamed, frantically switching between looking at me and the monitor. "Breathing rate is dropping!"

"Shit!" The feeling of panic came once again, and my feet didn't fail me this time. I jumped in as the ambulance began to drive, helping the paramedics close the door as we drove off.

"Her name?" She asked, putting an oxygen mask on Annabeth's face.

"A-Annabeth! Annabeth Chase!"

"Relation?"

"Boyfriend!"

"Alright sonny, biggest problem is she's losing blood quickly-DRIVER, FASTER!" She checked the monitor again, then put her attention back to applying pressure on her wound. "What blood type are you?"

"Type O, universal." I already knew what she was going to ask me, seeing everyone asks the same thing after asking blood type. "Yes, I'm willing to."

"How did you-"

"Of course you would ask if I'm willing to donate blood after asking my blood type."

"Stick your arm out then. Cindy will do it. You will also have to excuse the fact that it'll be a little bumpy."

Cindy wrapped the slither of rubber around the upper half of my arm, and gave me the rubber ball to squeeze. Being afraid of needles, I closed my eyes and looked away as she got the pointy, metal-thing of doom ready off to the side. It was just a pinch of pain, but it scared me anyways.

"Relax, please. I would like the ball to still have air for the next person." Cindy whispered. I tensed a little, not bring able to, but soon gave in.

"Almost there!" The paramedic, who I learned was Laura, announced as she changed the once clear IV bag. She tossed her head back, trying to get some fly-always from her messy ginger ponytail out of her face. "Drive way's right up ahead, Cindy you gotta finish."

"Okay, done." She pulled the needle out my arm, sending a chill up my spine from the metal sliding out. She tied it up. "When we get there, go to the waiting room and ask for some cranberry juice and cookies. They should have some. We're going to rush to the surgery room immediately and remove that bullet. Follow Brad the driver to the waiting room." The ambulance halted to a stop, and the back doors opened immediately. I took a look back at Annabeth, and couldn't but make my knees buckle and gasp. I nearly chocked out a sob at the sight of her. She was so pale, it scared me to death. It almost made me think she was dead. "Step back, we gotta go."

"N-no, I'm not leaving her. Not like this."

"Son, you can't watch the surgery, that area is off-limits." Laura argued back.

"Please! I-I can't-"

"Bed's here! Transfer her, NOW!"

"One, two, THREE!" They lifted her off the ambulance bed, transferring her onto one from the hospital. With two other doctors, the four of them ran into the hospital. Laura turned her head back, shouting one lady thing. "WE'LL SAVE HER, PROMISE!"

I could only hope for that promise to be kept.

Okay, not the best chapter, I'm really sorry. It was written out of writer's block and zero medical experience. Seriously, after so many years of watching medical shows, wouldn't you think I would know how it works?

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