Chapter 10! So much Percabeth fluff! Please review, it means a lot! Also, happy Thanksgiving! Though, if you know the real story behind Thanksgiving you wouldn't be as excited for it...I might get into that later. So I recently started watching Glee and omgs I love it! It's sooo good! My fav character is probably Rachel, Finn, or Jessie. I can't choose LOL. I'm actually listening to the first album right now, anyway enjoy the story!

The next hour was a complete blur. The paramedics came, blue and red lights and ear splitting sirens filled the panic dense air. Percy's limp body laid on the street in a growing pool of blood. Tears were pouring down my face as I held him in my arms, pressing my forehead to his. My whole lower body was covered in blood, and I shook like mad. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would rip out of my chest, I'd never felt such horror and sadness. Everyone sprinted to my side, sobbing. He was unconscious, eyes closed, unaware of the chaos around us. The paramedics put him on a stretcher and I begged them to let me ride with him. One of the nurses smiled at me sympathetically and gladly led me inside the ambulance. The ride seemed to last hours. Days, even. My heart pounded in my head, my muscles were clenched so tight It felt like I couldn't move. My breaths came out short and panicked. The whole ride to the hospital I held Percy's hand, telling him that everything will be okay. I knew he couldn't hear me, but it made me feel better.

Relief flooded through me, if only for a second, when I saw the hospital nearing. They rushed him away from me to be looked at, and now I'm sitting nervously in the waiting room. I sat on a cushy chair picking at my fingernails. My fear seemed to radiate in the small waiting room. He'll be alright….right? He has to survive, he has to. Or else I might...die. I just love him so much, I haven't even got the guts to ask him out yet! It's stupid, he'll be fine. I hate that every time I hear a noise my heart plummets to my stomach. But the blood...the way his legs twisted in odd angles...I shot up from the chair, and rammed my head into the wall, sobbing uncontrollably. The nurse at the desk got up quickly and ran to me.

"Oh, dear," she put a hand on my shoulder.

I didn't look up, my head still resting on the wall.

"I've seen much worse cases, dear. I can't say that he'll be alright and everything will be puppies and rainbows, but I will say that whatever happens you will be okay and you will get through it."

I lifted my head from the wall and looked at the kind nurse behind me. I was expecting something that all grown ups say. Like, 'oh he'll be okay!' Or 'don't be sad!'. That fake stuff makes me sick. I wiped my tears and hugged her.

"Thank you," I said and let go. She smiled and nodded. I watched her walk back to her desk but stop before sitting down.

"Just tell me if you need anything, dear."

I nodded and thanked her, sitting back down in my chair. Just then a doctor came through the door, my heart felt like it stopped beating, the anticipation crushing me.

The doctor smile and nodded,

"He's going to live."

Relief exploded all over my tense, adrenaline filled body. I laughed, tears once again slipping past my eyes. I ran over and squeezed the doctor with all the love I could muster. I think I've never been so happy in my life.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!" I sobbed and laughed at the same time. I let go of the doctor, Dr. Hansen according to his name tag, he looked flattered.

"Can I see him?" I said. Dr. Hansen nodded and led me down a cold hallway to a room labeled 'room 34'. I took a deep breath and turned the handle. Percy laid on a bed, both his legs in casts and elevated. His arms looked fine, just a few bandages here and there. His head was wrapped in a bandage, he probably has a concussion. His sea green eyes widened and he noticed me. Tears fell down his cheeks and he breathed.

"Annabeth."

I ran to his side and hugged him as lightly as I could, making sure not to hurt him. "I'll leave you two alone," said Dr. Hansen, closing the door behind him.

"How do you feel?" I said sitting in a chair next to his bed.

"It hurts...everywhere," he said, slowly turning his head to look at me.

"I'm so, so sorry," I said, my eyes tearing up again. He reached his arm out and I took his hand.

"Don't blame yourself, none of this was your fault at all," he said his eyes twinkling with tears.

That didn't help the growing pit of guilt in my stomach. Maybe if I had warned him and not froze in fear.

"No, Percy, it is my fault. If I had warned you-," Percy put his finger on my lips, silencing me. His touch sent a tingling feeling down my spine. His hand was cold and shaking. I took hold of it and pressed it to my cheek, closing my eyes. He leaned towards me and I felt his lips brush my forehead. My heart fluttered and I smiled.

"It's not your fault, Wise Girl."

So how was that? I might change the rating to T for later chapters but we'll see :3