Hi! I'm so sorry that it took me so long to write this chapter. I had major writers block on how to end the story, but hopefully you like it! Happy Reading!

Percy

I panic. Even though I'm not a doctor, I know that throwing up blood is bad, really bad. I try to stop, but the coppery taste of blood continues to fill my mouth. My head is spinning and the faces around me are blurs. I lean back into the pillows on my bed and try to take deep breaths, but they catch in my throat.

I am finally starting to catch my breath and Will starts to ask me a question, when red is streaking from my mouth again. The bucket is shoved under my head for what's hopefully the final time. I'm starting to get really tired are lightheaded. I lean back and even though I feel the bile rising in my throat I can't seem to find the energy to lean forward and throw up into the bucket. The red liquid comes streaming out of my mouth and I feel it trickling down my chin. I think that someone is telling me to try to lean forward but it sounds like they're a million miles away. I try to take a breath, but blood keeps streaming from my mouth. The lack of air is causing black to seep into the edges of vision, but it seems there's no room for air in my body because the blood is taking up all the space. I try as hard as I can to breathe deeply and expel the horrible crimson liquid, but I can't seem to do either. I realize that I'm practically drowning in my own blood. Then I pass out.

Will

Percy is starting to gasp for breath and his oxygen stats are dropping. So, I go to my last resort. "I need to intubate!" I yell, and some of my siblings look surprised, but the ones who have seen me do this before rush over to help. Someone hands me an intubation kit while someone else tries to suction as much blood as they can from Percy's mouth. Then, I slide the tube down Percy's throat. I watch the now steady rise and fall of his chest as air is pumped into his lungs. Now I have to worry about the fact that only seconds ago there was blood streaming from his mouth.

I look toward Dr. House and he nods, telling me that I'm right with Percy's diagnosis, though I wish I wasn't. Two of my siblings come up to me and I tell them to get Percy prepped for surgery and they look a bit surprised, given that this is my third surgery in only a couple days, but they do as I ask. I get my scrubs on prepping for another surgery and hoping it goes as well as the last two.

After my third surgery of the week I'm ready to drop. But I go into the room that Dr. House is using as a makeshift office to tell him how the surgery went. I find him staring at a whiteboard, bouncing a tennis ball. He turns toward me as I walk into the room. "We were right," I say, "he was bleeding internally. We found the bleed, closed it, and gave him blood to replace what he lost." Dr. House nods and adds internal bleeding to his list of growing symptoms on the whiteboard.

"Will, I know you gave me their full medical history but is there anything that you may have forgotten?" He asks, his usual mocking tone replaced by a serious one. I think a for a minute, and he must see my eyes widen when I realize what I may have forgotten, because he leans forward waiting for me to tell him. "Well," I say knowing that Percy and Annabeth trusted me with what I'm about to tell Dr. House, but if it helps them get better I'll tell him anything. "About a year ago, they went through Tartarus together. I have no idea what kind of injuries they sustained while they were there, because they refuse to talk about it. Too many bad memories I guess."

He looks at me his expression triumphant, "I know what's wrong with them!" I look to him incredulously and ask,

"What?"

"It's called Phobos Disease, named after the god of fear. I've only seen it a couple of times, always in demigods. Basically it's when someone goes through such a traumatic experience that they could never imagine going through it again. Their body then attacks itself, so they will be too sick or injured to ever go through the experience again." I must look appalled, surprised or both because he places a hand on my shoulder and says, "Don't worry it can be treated." I immediately relax, glad to know that my friends are going to be okay.

Fates

Looking down upon Perseus Jackson and Annabeth Chase we're glad that we didn't cut their strings. Though we were close, we stand firm in our decision to let them live. After months of recovery, both of them are practically back to normal. They are currently sitting on a hill overlooking all of camp. They hold hands as they look out upon the ocean, strawberry fields, and happy campers. Suddenly, something happens that not even us, the fates could have predicted. Percy gets down on one knee. And as we all suspected Annabeth says yes. Maybe, they will finally the happily ever after they deserve.

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