I've just realised I never posted the results to the Annabeth VS Piper poll. Out of ten voters, eight voted Annabeth, so obvious winner!
Sorry for not updating properly lately, but I've been working on Max's story pretty much all day, so I hope the next two or three chapters are OK. I'll do my best to work on the others, but with Alvie and Sage's stories I've got major writer's block D:
They've been up for a few days now, but just in case you haven't noticed, I've got two new stories up and a one-shot. The one-shot is TFIOS- only read if you've read the book- and the other two are stories for Lilly and Callum, so if you could read those, I'd be super grateful! :D
And for those that have talked to me over PM who've asked me to read their fics, can you put in your review or message me again that I've got to read yours? I'll try and read them over the weekend, hopefully!
To Guest- Aren't you just lovely? :P
All Max could see, for miles and miles, was white. A pure white that glared into his eyes, making him squint. There seemed to be no solid surface beneath his feet, yet he could walk about as easily as he usually could. He imagined this to be what it would feel like to walk on water. Cautiously, he prodded the ground at his feet with his fingers. Or tried to- there was no ground to examine.
Experimentally, he jumped forward a few paces, half-expecting to fall and keep falling into this blinding oblivion.
He didn't, however, and now he wanted to know where he was.
The thought had just materialised in his mind and he seemed to get an answer before the thought had the chance to settle.
An engine rumbling happily filled his ears and it was quite a pleasing sound, reminding him of his beloved motorbike.
The contentment he received from this sound was quickly replaced by horror at the deafening scream of brakes, the daunting groan of a large vehicle battling to stop and then a sickening, stomach-curdling crunch of metal on metal.
Then screams.
"Ava!" Max shouted, his eyes wrenching open. He scrambled to his feet, not having realised he had collapsed. "Ava, where are you?!" Her screams continued. He recognised his name amongst the terror and then she was crying, sobbing his name with a heart-wrenching anguish.
"Max, wake up! Please wake up!"
"I am awake! Where are you?!"
"Silence reigned after that; so sudden, Max thought he had lost all sense of hearing.
Percy handed her a triangular, plastic package, offering a ham and cheese sandwich. He kept buying her sandwiches, even though she only dissected them and peeled the crusts off. She ate little or none of the sandwich and he knew this, but he still bought them for her.
Annabeth arrived from time-to-time, just popping up out of nowhere. She tried to talk Ava into eating or going home to clean up and rest. Ava barely registered her. The hospital was keeping her in because of shock and because they realised she wasn't eating, especially in her condition. They let her shower whenever she felt like it and Sophia had been kind enough to drop a bag of clothes and toiletries off.
Other than the showers or trips to the bathroom, Ava remained curled in the bouncy chair, a blanket about her shoulders as she leaned into the soft leather.
It had been just under three weeks since the incident and Max was still in a coma. Ava had noticed Alvie wandering about. He would often stand at the foot of Max's bed. Sometimes, Ava would watch him as his eyes burned white. Other times, she would watch Max, trying to determine what Alvie was hoping to accomplish.
Sometimes, their parents were with him, but they were often working or trying to find a way to cure Max a bit faster without damaging his brain. Tobias was always there when Alvie was, uncharacteristically fading into the background. He sat still and quietly, watching anxiously. She could tell her was trying not to get his hopes up, but when Alvie tired to the point of no more attempts for that visit, Tobias looked more and more crest-fallen each time.
"Ava? I know you aren't really asleep." Annabeth informed miserably one afternoon, a month after the accident. Ava stubbornly kept her eyes shut, not wanting to look at Max's rundown and distraught mother. "You can't keep going on like this. It's not good for you or the baby." Did Ava tell Annabeth about the baby? She couldn't remember. Maybe she had, maybe Sophia had. Whichever it was, that was probably why they were making a bigger fuss than necessary.
Annabeth sighed. "Eat this." Something cold fell into her lap and she opened her eyes to peer at it curiously.
Yoghurt. Apricot-flavoured yoghurt- smooth, without bits.
Ava's favourite.
Her stomach growled, reminding her it had only really had bits of bread or cheese- not even an entire sandwich- over the past few weeks.
Something silver glinted before her and she realised Annabeth was holding out a spoon. "Eat." She repeated firmly, giving a half-hearted smile. "You'll feel better."
Sorry if it's short, but it's just under three pages in my book :/
