Chapter 36
Disclaimer: I do not own the PJ or HoO series by Rick Riodan.
"How're you doing?" Mo asks.
I had made Nico leave the infirmary to get some rest about an hour ago. Apparently I've been here, unconscious most of the time, for two days. Nico had been sitting in the chair beside my bed the whole time, refusing to leave me, even to eat.
"Better. Has anyone heard from my mom or John?" I ask, feeling hopeful.
Mo shakes his head, looking sad.
I sigh, sitting back. I don't remember much from the fire. Just blistering hotness and flames everywhere. I remember coughing on the black smoke and trying to find my way to my mom's bedroom. I remembered feeling the pain of my dagger stabbing through my back. It felt like I was forgetting something though. Like maybe I was suppressing something important.
I hear horse hooves and my head turns toward the entryway. Chiron comes in, a bow and quiver slung behind him. He must have just gotten done with archery practice.
"Oh, good. You're awake." he says, smiling warmly at me.
"I see Mr. di Angelo has left." he says, raising an eyebrow.
"I made him. He was sleep and food deprived." I say, chuckling.
"Ah." he says, smiling and shaking his head.
"You should be okay to walk around now. Just take it easy. You still might get a little lightheaded if you move too fast." he says.
"Thank the gods. I'm so sick of sitting in this bed." I say, scooting out from under the light sheet.
Annabeth had come right after I had fully woken up, bringing me a fresh, non-burnt shirt and shorts. Surprisingly, my beloved Converse had been unharmed in the fire. I was overjoyed when she had showed them to me. She had shooed away Nico and Percy and helped me change. I had felt a lot better, being fully clothed and not in a thin, hospital-like gown.
"Chiron." I say, getting to my feet and Mo helping me stand.
"Yes, Kyra?" he asks.
"Is it normal to suppress or block out a memory after something traumatic like that?" I ask.
"Yes. Quite common, actually. Usually the memory comes back. It can take up to a few days to years to un-suppress a traumatic memory." he says.
"Oh. Thanks, Chiron." I say.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I must get back to the archery range. I left a couple of the satyrs in charge of the younger Hermes children while I checked up on you." he says, already galloping away.
A/N:
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