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Chapter 2

Thomas POV

I was sitting at my desk, sipping coffee while going over some new patient files. Note to self: tell Jill to put some cream in the coffee next time. The files I was examining had come in the mail recently, with no return address, I might add. Perseus Jackson and Annabeth Chase. Two teens, 17 years of age with severe PTSD. The youngest case of PTSD in my career was only 16. It sickens me to think of things young people have gone through at such a fragile age. I glance over the details of the file I was given. Couldn't stand to be separated, severe nightmares, a couple seizures due to flashbacks, paranoia… yep. These kids were messed up. Hopefully they would even be willing to talk to me. I looked at my appointment book. They were coming for a session in 5 minutes.

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The door squeaked open, and I looked up from my papers. Walking in the door was two teenagers, a boy and a girl. The boy, Perseus, was tall, black haired with absolutely stunning sea-green eyes. The girl, Annabeth, also tall but a few inches shorter than Perseus, had blond curly hair in a ponytail, and shocking grey eyes. Both had grim, sad expressions on their faces. They shifted uncomfortably in the doorway, probably did not want to be here. No one ever wants to be here, I guess.

I waved a greeting to Clara, the nurse who brought them to my office. She smiled in response and walked off.

"C'mon in and have a seat," I told the adolescents, "I'm Dr. Wright, and my goal is to help you feel all 'wright'." I attempted to lighten the atmosphere.

They both sat down in the two chairs in front of my desk. I noticed they were both on the edge of their seats, not settling down comfortably and ready to stand up at a moment's notice. Perseus gave a half grin at my poor pun. Annabeth rolled her eyes.

"So, uh, tell me about yourselves." I began, "It doesn't have to be serious, it could be your favorite color, or anything you want. Let's start with you, Perseus."

The boy sat up straighter, "First, of all, call me Percy. Um… My name is Percy Jackson, but you know that I guess. I am 17, my favorite color is blue, and uh, I like sea creatures?" The last statement came out a bit high pitched, sounding like a question. "And this here is Annabeth, my girlfriend."

Girlfriend… makes sense. Percy gave her a little nudge and a look that yelled 'help me out here!'

"Hello Dr. Wright, I'm Annabeth. I am also 17, and I enjoy architecture." She sat back and leaned her arm on the arm rest.

"Annabeth!" Percy said, his eyes twinkling, "You have to tell him your favorite color."

"Only if you want to." I interrupted.

She shrugged, "Grey."

I smiled, "Okay, now that that is out of the way, let's move on. Tell me about what's been going on. Trouble sleeping? Headaches? Any pain anywhere? Do you feel like someone is going to hurt you?"

"Some trouble sleeping sir," Annabeth answered, "Strange dreams are usual for me, and Percy, but lately all have been realistic nightmares. No pain anywhere. And as for feeling unsafe," She gives a little chuckle, "We have never felt safe."

"And why is that? Is there someone after you?" I pressed.

Percy spoke up, "Nothing like that. Just… you know. It's New York. There are always gangs, muggers, stuff like that. I've been taught never to assume you're safe."

I caught him look at Annabeth from the corner of his eye, and she gave a discreet nod at him.

"Ok then. You are right, it is always better to be safe than sorry. Now, would either of you be comfortable telling me what happened? Or what your dreams are about?"

Percy opened his mouth to speak, but was swiftly interrupted by his girlfriend. "No. Not right now, if you don't mind."

Understandable. I wouldn't want to tell some guy I just met either if I was them. "Quite all right. You can tell me when you are ready. In that case then, come with me and I will show you where you will be staying."

"Wait, we are staying here?" Percy shot me a puzzled look. "My mom lives near here, we can just stay with her."

"Well, due to the severity of your case," I explained, "and your disturbing dreams, we would like for the both of you to stay here where we can monitor and help you."

He nodded and grumbled an 'ok'. Annabeth smiled at him and nudged him as they got up to follow me to the patient's wing. I walked in front to show the way, and I took note of the way they followed me. Annabeth walked closely behind, while Percy walked behind her, glancing occasionally over his shoulder. They were both warily glancing around, like every nurse, doctor, or even the cracks in the tile would suddenly attack. Soon we were at their rooms. "Here they are." I gestured. "This one is yours, Percy, and this one is Annabeth's."

"We are staying in separate rooms?" Questioned Annabeth. Worry flitted across her face. She grabbed Percy's hand with a death grip.

Percy's eyes hardened with a glare that would rival Batman's. "You aren't separating us."

I sighed. I should have foreseen this dilemma. "I'm sorry, but there is nothing I can do. We only have single rooms and it is policy for only one patient per room. But it is only for sleeping. You can be together anytime except when it is light's out."

Percy stepped in front of Annabeth protectively. "Sorry, but that's not going to work. We can stay at my mom's place. I-"

"It's fine." Annabeth cut in. She turned to Percy and whispered, "Its ok. It's like at camp. They sent us here for a reason, we can trust these people."

Percy softened. He turned back to me. "Ok then. But if anything happens, we are leaving."

Wow that kid is scary. "It's ok, we will make you both are safe here. You guys are free to hang out in your rooms, or the dining hall. Eating times and session information is all in your rooms. I have some other patients to see, so if you excuse me, I'll leave you two alone."

"Thanks for your hospitality." Annabeth added. She dragged Percy by the hand into her room, and I went off to see a 27 year old kleptomaniac.

Author's note:

Okie Dokie guys! Second chapter finished!

I must admit I have no idea what an actual psychologist is like, or what they do, or anything! Just making it up as I go, so if any of you have ANY suggestions, PLEASE let me know!

This chapter also feels very rushed to me. I am doing my best to fix it, I just can't think of anything right now.

Ok, I am going to do a 'Song of the Chapter' kind of thing. These are songs which I think really relate and fit perfectly with the Percy Jackson fandom!

The first song is "How far we've come" by Matchbox Twenty.

Please go listen to it if you haven't already! Especially watch it with Viria's awesome artwork which she drew to go along with the song! It is AMAZING!

(Mini disclaimer- I do not own the song or the artwork, just to be safe )

Next chapter- Annabeth POV