Here, have some of Percy's screwed up mental state and some Annabeth and Rachel being pretty damn good girlfriends.
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Undeath9087: You shall see, and I hope I do it all justice. And if you think their reactions to that would be good just wait until we get to some of the other chapters.
Noir Nyan: That has already been written, and I personally love how it goes down- though I will say, remember there's literally only one guy now and he's a Satyr which the hunters don't have any issues with. And it's Bianca and Calypso.
Guest: I do see what you mean, I think a deeper dive into Octavian would have been interesting but we didn't get it.

When Percy woke up Annabeth and Rachel were there no one else was- that probably meant that the two girls had convinced Will they could look after her when she woke up.

She came round slowly, and the first thing she saw were the two familiar faces, leaning over her looking incredibly worried.

"Percy." Rachel was swooping in, pressing her lips to the top of Percy's head, "Thank the gods you're awake."

"Will knocked me out." Percy half grumbled the words, letting her eyes close for just a second, "Which I think is very rude." she opened them again, pushing herself up slowly- and hey at least the pain from her shoulder was gone now.

"Of course he did." Annabeth huffed the words, "You're a terrible patient when you're hurt Seaweed Brain."

"But you love me."

"The gods only know why." Annabeth was sliding her hand into Percy's, and Percy squeezed it gently, giving the other girl a reassuring smile.

"Annabeth look at me. I'm fine Wise girl." Percy's gaze shifted to Rachel, "And you, get that worried look off your face, honestly you'd think I nearly died or something-"

"Percy you did nearly die." Rachel pointed out with a soft frown on her lips, "I think you underestimated how bad it was-"

"Oh come on I'm fine now." Percy waved her free hand dismissively, shaking her head. "Look at me- I'm up and talking and moving. I've had a lot worse-"

"Percy the fact that you've had worse doesn't make it any less bad." Annabeth's voice was thick with frustration. "You- I know your perceptions of what is bad and what isn't are kind of screwed but-"

"My perceptions are not that bad." Percy huffed the words, tucking a loose curl behind her ear. "Yeah I was hurt but I've had a lot worse-"

"Percy yes you've had worse but you went into fucking Tartarus, your perceptions are not the perceptions of a normal person! What would you be thinking if I was the one who got stabbed? Or Rachel? Or one of the others." Annabeth demanded- and her words made Percy's stomach lurch horribly. Because that was all too easy to imagine and she did not like it at all.

"Don't say that." her voice was probably a touch sharper than it should have been, "Don't fucking say that Annabeth don't- if- it would be different if it was one of you-"

"Why?" Rachel's voice was softer, gentler, and Percy's expression softened slightly.

"Because it would be. You two are- it's not the same. It's fine if I'm hurt. I've survived a thousand times worse- believe me." she grimaced, "I- these days getting hurt like that- it doesn't matter I've survived everything else right?"

"But what if you don't survive?" Annabeth questioned, "What do you think-"

"Stop it Annabeth." Percy shook her head, "I survived Tartarus didn't I? It's not like I- I mean I'm not sitting there imagining jumping off the edge of the freaking Argo II when we're in the sky- not that we're in the sky anymore but you get what I mean. I'm not suicidal-"

"Maybe you don't actively want to die but-" Rachel shook her head, "But you don't seem to care what happens to
yourself that much either."

"I do." Percy said quickly, "Annabeth, Rache I do care- I do I just-"

"And what about Antinous?" Annabeth's voice was very soft as she said that and Percy stiffened, "You looked annoyed when I spilled that wine on you both."

"I was working on him Annabeth of course I was- it distracted us both and it drew his attention to you which was the last thing I wanted-"

"He was pawing at you like you were a piece of meat Percy." Annabeth shook her head. "What would you have done if it was-"

"Stop!" Percy pulled her hand free from Annabeth's.

She didn't like this- she didn't like the feeling in her chest, she didn't like where this was going.

"Percy we can't." Rachel was shaking her head, "We need you to understand-"

"There's nothing you need to understand." Percy huffed, shaking her head. "It's fine- it's just- it's not the same if it's you. Either of you- or the others for that matter."

"Why not?" Rachel pushed, "Percy-"

"It just isn-"

"What would you have done if it was me, if I was the one he had in his lap, if I was the one his hands were all over, if I was the one getting-"

"I would have killed him." Percy snarled the words, "I would have broken every bone in his body and tore them out, I'd have made sure his every moment was nothing but pain I-"

"We get the message!" Annabeth cut her off, "We get it-"

"Yeah." Rachel blinked, "I gotta say your imagination is just a little bit terrifying honey-"

"If they touched you it would be exactly what they deserved."

"And how is it different when he touched you like that-"

"It just is." Percy swallowed hard, "Please don't-"

"What is so different-"

"Because you guys aren't- you've never had-" Percy's voice was cracking, her eyes filling with tears, "It's- you've never had to- you're not dir-" she cut herself off but Rachel looked like she wanted to cry anyway.

"Not dirty." her voice was monotone, "That's what you were about to say, right? You were about to say that we're not dirty-"

"Percy you-" Annabeth looked like she was going to be sick too "You're not dirty-"

"I-" Percy pressed her hands over her face, flopping down into the bed, "I am! I am okay I'm dirty and broken and used and I know you both still love me anyway, the gods only know why but you do and I so don't deserve either of you but- but you can't deny that I am broken and dirty and I-" her voice caught in her throat before she shook her head. "I-"

"Percy-" Rachel's hands were gripping her wrists, dragging her hands down so that she could see her face- at which point Percy closed her eyes to avoid meeting her girlfriends gaze- because she was petty like that. "Percy, sweetheart what makes you dirty?"

"I-" Percy bit her lip hard, curling her fingers into fight little fists, her nails digging into the palms of her hands, "I just am- I- I'm the- I broke a long time ago. You guys- you've never had it easy but you're not- you're not broken like I am and- and I don't want you to break so- so I take the damage and I protect you and that- I can be okay with that. It's fine I don't mind-"

"Percy we do mind." Annabeth whispered the words, "Gods Seaweed Brain- you're not broken and- gods why would you even say that-"

"I- I chose-" Percy's voice caught, "I let him kiss me. I let him touch me I kissed him back I teased him and I laughed with him and I pretended and- and he- I- I don't feel guilty- which probably makes me even more broken if that's even
possible but I don't but I do- I let him touch me-"

"Percy you were in Tartarus." Rachel whispered the words, "You were trapped with him. You had no way to get away- baby just- just open your eyes and look at me okay?"

"No." Percy sounded like a petulant child but she found that she didn't really care, "No I'm not doing it-"

"Percy-" Annabeth's voice cracked, "Oh Percy- you're not dirty you're not. You were scared and alone and you did what it took to survive. To come back to us. We don't care-"

"We do care-" Rachel said quickly, "I mean- we care that it's hurting you- because it shouldn't be. You shouldn't be feeling like this because of what you did to survive. And you- I know that you're like, the ultimate protector but you can't put yourself in front of everyone and try and act like a human shield- because Percy even if you're right and you are broken- that doesn't mean that you're beyond repair."

And Percy did slowly open her eyes at that, her gaze focusing on Annabeth and Rachel, who were both clearly fighting back tears.

"And what if I am?" Percy asked quietly, "I tortured him you two. And I don't even feel bad about it. I think of it and it makes me smile. And I tortured Akhlys too-"

"So what?" Annabeth asked gently, "Leo and Nico told us all what happened with her- she was going to kill the three of you. You were defending them. And- she was enjoying hurting you. It- I won't pretend I like the idea of seeing you like that but Nico and Leo managed to bring you back." Annabeth pointed out quietly, "You didn't go too far you didn't lose yourself." she pressed the palm of her hand to Percy's cheek. "As long as you don't lose yourself in it- as long as when we call you come back then- then I can live with a bit of darkness in you."

"Yeah." Rachel nodded quietly, "We both can." her voice was soft, "It's a part of you. It might not be the prettiest part but without it you wouldn't be with us and that is all we want- both of us right Annabeth?"

"Of course." Annabeth nodded too. "Percy we didn't chose you thinking it would be easy- it never is but- as long as we have you we're willing to put the work in."

"It shouldn't be work." Percy whispered the words, "I feel like I'm dragging you both down right now-"

"No." Rachel shook her head, "No, no you're not. We all have issues- and you have perfectly reasonable issues given the sheer amount of shit that you've been put through. We're not going to give up on you Percy. And for the record I refuse to believe that you're broken beyond repair- I'm not saying it'll be easy- and- I mean, we'll all probably struggle at times- some of your shattered edges are sharp as broken glass but I don't mind getting a few cut fingers to help put you together again. And sometimes you can make something beautiful. Like- gods what's it called- what's that thing called- it's a Japanese art form- they fix broken pottery with gold-"

"Kintsugi." Annabeth's smile she shot at Rachel was soft, proud. "It's called Kintsugi. And Rachel's right."

"You two-" Percy swallowed hard, "I don't- I don't know if it's worth the hard work-"

"But that isn't just your choice." Annabeth pointed out gently, "Is it now? Because Rachel and I both have a say here.
We're part of this relationship too. And we're the only ones who can decide if we want to put the work in. And we do."

"Yep." Rachel nodded, "You're stuck with us Percy. But if we're gonna be working together- working on helping you through this you have to try and consider yourself worthy of the second chance- worthy of being fixed. And you- no one can save everyone, no one can stop every one else from pain. You have to accept that too. Before you get yourself killed trying to protect us because 'it's fine I've had worse I can take it'."

"I hate it when you guys team up on me." Percy mumbled the words, but despite them there was a very faint almost hopeful light in her eyes