Alright gang. I know we all miss grover and we all want that sweet sweet reunion and all but im not here to do that. I feel like everyone forgets that Percy isn't all confidence and nonchalance, including myself (lol just look at all those chapters of Percy's Moments rip)

Anyway,,

Thanks for all those "plz update" comments

I was sad for my boys and I wrote this and it's real short and not that good but more better stuff is coming soon I promise and now im posting lmao

It was the beginning of spring, and the breeze was blowing lightly through trees and windows. The sun was out, and the birds were back to chirping. Most students of Yancy Academy were outside, in the perfect weather - enjoying their after school hours, or planning illegal activity, Grover never knew. But on such a fine day, Percy Jackson was sitting on his bed, curled up in a ratty hoodie, struggling with the words as they swam on the pages of his English reading assignment. Grover, his best (and only) friend, sat on the bed opposite his distressed friend, watching the boy out of the corner of his eye.

For the past few days, Grover had noticed Percy's complexion grow paler, his movements slowing, and his voice becoming quieter. Percy's face had taken on a slight sheen and his eyes had started to dull, the vibrant green color becoming slightly glassy. Grover had been careful to intercept all the bullies he could before they could get to Percy, but Nancy Bobofit had still managed to launch a few pieces of her lunch into Percy's lap in the cafeteria the day before. Usually, Grover would be afraid of Percy starting a fight, but the halfblood had just brushed the sandwich crusts onto the floor and put his head in his arms, folded on the tabletop. Grover had blinked at his friend, becoming even more worried. In Chiron's class, Grover had been sure to shake his head discreetly as he could behind his friend when 'Mr. Brunner' had attempted to call on Percy. Thankfully, Chiron had understood, though that could not be said for all the teachers Grover had tried to deflect from the poorly demigod. Those times, Grover had been sure to watch his friend carefully for any opportunity to take his friend outside to take a breather after every class. At night, Grover made sure to hand over his blanket to his friend, as he had seemed to get colder over the course of the night.

A small groan, followed by a short cough snapped Grover back into attention. It seemed Percy had given up on his homework, and the book lay on the ground, next to discarded math homework and two pieces of a broken pencil. Grover watched as Percy threw his hood up and leaned his head against the wall, green eyes sliding closed. For a few seconds, the satyr listened to Percy's breathing, letting him regain himself, before going over to the demigod and sitting down on the edge of the bed.

"Hey man, you alright?" Grover asked, though he knew he'd doubt the answer.

"Yeah." The word was soft, barely spoken above a whisper. Grover looked concerned, and placed a palm on his friend's forehead. Percy's eyes opened enough to glare at his friend from under his covered brow. He turned his head away from the prying hand and pulled his hoodie strings closed. Grover rolled his eyes. Oh yeah, Grover thought. That's a fever.

"Dude, maybe you should go to the nurse?" But Percy just gave a half-committed grunt, which Grover interpreted as a clear 'no.' This far into the year as Percy's only friend, Grover'd gotten pretty good at understanding the odd noises Percy would give when he couldn't find the words to express exactly how he felt.

"Is there anything I can do?" Grover felt a little helpless. This was totally not part of whatever he had been prepared for when he first found Percy.

"No, just- um, can, uh, can you- nevermind. It's kinda stupid. S-sorry." Percy had kicked the blanket to rest his legs underneath it, back against the wall, hood pulled back down. His hands were partially covered by the long sleeves of his sweater, long fingers toying with the hem of the blanket.

"Hey, c'mon, we always do stupid things, why stop now?" It was a poor attempt to mask concern with false humor, but it seemed to be exactly what Percy needed to seek the comfort he desperately wanted.

"I dunno, I just- I guess I miss- my mom. She used to, like, hug me and stuff. I dunno." The raven haired boy couldn't seem to bring himself to make eye contact with his protector.

"Percy, do you want a hug?" Grover smiled a little. That, he could do. The satyr felt a little less hopeless as he heard Percy give a little noise in the back of his throat that was clearly a 'yes.' He shifted backward on the bed to wrap his arms around his friend's shoulders.

Percy leaned his raven head on Grover's shoulders so that his friend could feel the heat coming from his roommate's temple on his neck. Grover knew that soon, when he brought Percy to Camp, life was going to get a lot harder, and a lot scarier for his friend. But for now, he would gladly give any and all contact comfort the demigod needed, especially when he was sick like this.

And though he still wouldn't let Grover drag him off to visit the nurse, Percy did lie in his bed as Grover laid a blanket on top of him. Percy fell asleep as his friend pulled up the desk chair, next to the bed, and settled in.