Chapter 26

Disclaimer: I do not own the PJ or HoO series by Rick Riodan.\

"Mo. Mo." I say.

Nico and I were in his hospital room. Mo's mom had left when we had come in, seeing that we had what could make her son live.

"Mo, for gods' sakes, wake up!" I say, becoming more and more anxious.

He squints open his eyes, flashing their brilliant violetness.

He smiles, weakly, and says, "Hey, Ky."

"Mo, you've got to eat this." I say, holding a small piece of ambrosia up to his mouth.

"What is it?" he asks.

"Ambrosia. Come on, Mo. You don't have that much time." I say, holding it up to him again.

"No." he says.

"W-what?" I ask, baffled that he would turn down his only chance of surviving.

"No. I'm not eating it." he says, crossing his arms.

"But-" I start, but Nico grabs my arm and drags me out of the room.

Once we're out in the relatively quiet hallway, he closes the door behind us.

He turns to me and says, "He doesn't want it, Ky."

"I know that. But doesn't he realize how many people will miss him?" I ask, feeling like I was on the brink of tears.

"I believe he does, he just thinks they'll be alright after he's gone." he says.

"But I won't-I mean, we won't be alright!" I protest.

"Ky, it will be okay. I can pretty much guarantee that he'll be put into Elysium, considering that the only reason he's here is because he took that arrow for you." he says.

I lean against the wall and slide down onto the floor, then rest my head on my knees. Taking deep breaths, I try to calm down.

"That's just it." I say.

"What?" Nico asks, crouching down so he's level with me.

"It's all because of me that he's here. That arrow was meant for me." I say.

"Ky, he did what he did because you're his best friend. He was protecting you." he says, his voice soft.

"I don't need protecting!" I shout, getting a couple of looks from passing nurses.

"Just calm down." he says, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Why does everyone think I need to be protected?! I'm perfectly capable of protecting my own damn ass, I don't need someone else doing it for me!" I say, standing up.

I turn away from Nico and go back into Mo's room, only to be greeted by a long, low beep emitting from the heart rate machine.

"No!" I scream.

I rush over to the bed to see Mo, a peaceful look on his face, his arms resting on his chest. He was completely motionless.

I quickly move his arms and place my hands over his chest. Then I start chanting.

"O agapitós fílos mou

Mi m 'afíneis tóra

Aftó den eínai to télos

Min ypokýpsei

Gia to chéri tou Thanátou

Aplá akóma."

My hands were glowing an incredible shade of yellow. They were so bright that I had to look away, for fear that if I looked at them much longer, I'd go blind.

After a couple of times of repeating the chant and feeling ever so dizzy, it still hadn't worked. I start to feel like it's hopeless. Mo was gone, and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it.

I take a heavy sigh and then just collapse on top of Mo, sobbing my eyes out.

"Perhaps I could be of some assistance." I hear a familiar voice.

I sniffle, trying to stop the sobs, and look up. I'm greeted by the sight of Walker standing at the foot of the bed.

"What could you do? You're not a healing god." I say.

"Oh, but I am the god of imagination, am I not?" he questions, smiling slightly.

What there was to smile about at a time like this, I didn't know.

"Well, yea, you are. But how can you bring Mo back?" I ask.

"Imagination." he says.

He closes his eyes and places a hand over Mo's heart. A green, blue, and purple glow emits from his hand.

After a few seconds of this, Mo's eyes fly open and he sits up straight in bed, gasping for air. He was staring blankly into space, his violet eyes glazed over. Nico and I stare at Walker in amazement.

"Well, my work here is done. Mo will come out of that trance in a few minutes. I'll be seeing you later, Kyra. Have a good day." Walker says, walking past me and to the door.

As he reaches Nico though, he stops and places and hand on his shoulder. He gives him a small nod and then leaves.

Nico turns to me and gives me a confused look. I know what Walker had done though. For that one second he had his hand on Nico's shoulder, I had seen a dark grayish glow. He had healed Nico's scars from battling that Griffin Vulture.

Still feeling dizzy after using a lot of energy trying to bring Mo back, I start to sway back and forth. Before I know it, I'm falling backwards. Nico rushes forward and catches me before my head hits the floor though. I stay conscious just long enough to see Mo glance around, finally coming back to himself.

A/N:

Yet again, WALKER TO THE RESCUE! So, Mo did not die, as I'm sure many of you thought he would. Did you seriously think I was going to kill off my main character's best friend? I don't think so.

So, sadly, next Saturday I will probably not be able to upload. "Why?" you ask. I'm leaving for New York on the 1st (Thursday) and I won't be back till the 5th (Monday). I'm not sure if I'll have enough time while I'm gone to upload, so I'm not sure if I'm going to even bring my laptop with me. But, I promise I'll upload as soon as I get back on Monday if I'm not too exhausted. So, you guys are gonna have to suck it up and wait almost a week for me update, I don't want to hear any complaints! Lol, just kidding. I love you guys and I'm sure y'all understand :)

Oh! And those two brothers are back at class. They were there Thursday and they actually weren't that bad, surprisingly. There's this one girl who's been coming for almost nine weeks now and throughout the entire time, she's barely said ten words to me. I'm not kidding.

I don't know if I did something to offend her or what, but it's like I'm completely invisible to her. She talks to the teacher and other artists at the studio and the other students. I just don't see what I did wrong.

But, before she got there Thursday, I was telling the boys about that and how she doesn't even acknowledge me and it was really cute because both of them started getting a little angry at her because she hadn't talked to me. They were both really shocked because she hadn't, because (I've been told) I'm a very easy and nice person to talk to. But I was just thinking, "Aww! You guys do care about me!"

Hopefully, they'll stay that way and keep being nice to me. Because for a while there, both of them (mostly the older one) were picking on me and just generally making me feel bad about myself. I got a little depressed for a few weeks because of that and it just really wasn't fun. It got so bad that I started having slight panic-attacks every Friday night and ended up feeling really bad on Saturdays when I went to class. So, when they left for the summer, it was really nice and it gave me time to decompress and get back to my usual self again.

I hope everyone has a good day and I'll talk to you guys later!

XOXO,

Mrs-diAngelo25

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HOLY FUCK, GUYS! 63 REVIEWS AND THIS IS ONLY CHAPTER 26! You guys are so incredibly amazing! :)