HAHA ok i'm actually starting this on time?! :0 the world must be ending haha oh well.
(Edited June 4)
Percy's POV:
I can't quite tell exactly when I woke up, but slowly, the fuzzy blanket that was suffocating my thoughts lifted. There was soft grey sunlight on my eyelids that shone on my eyelashes. I made to move my hand up to rub the sleep out of my eyes, and oh gods. okay owwwwww… I moan softly and squint my eyes closed, moving my hands instinctively to my chest.
"Percy! You're okay!" I hear, and I force my eyes open at the sound of Harry's voice. The worst part of being injured is that you can't make sarcastic comments because your mouth feels like it's full of hydra guts, or something.
"Ok is relative" I start, and grit my teeth. "And besides," I continue "Annabeth would kill me if I was dead, then march right down to the underworld and kill me again a couple more times for good measure" I sigh. I miss her and it's only been two weeks. How am I going to survive… Who knows how many years!
"Who's Annabeth?" my brother questions. I look up, startled. Oh. whoops.
"She's a close friend from America," I say. Harry looks dejected. I really should tell him all about… everything. He probably thinks that I just wanted to leave him behind. "I met her at summer camp- she was the one who showed me around" I continue, trying to justify myself.
"And what about this 'underworld'?" Ron questions, with finger quotes. I wrack my brain for a quick explanation because… y'know that's supposed to be a secret.
"Uh.." I say and decide to tell just a sliver of the truth "well at the summer camp I went to, while in America was all kinda Greek mythology themed and I really got into it, as with most of the camp and we started.. ya know kind of worshipping the Greek Gods at the camp."
"Like Pluto and Jupiter and those ones?" Hermione questions.
"Uh, yeah. Sorta. We do the greek ones, like Poseiden" I say. Then, trying to cut off the conversation I go to investigate my injuries. I pushed myself against the head of the bed and unwrapped the bandages around my chest slowly. Harry and the others are in various states of hesitantly trying to reach out and stop me, but I pull off the slightly bloody cloth patch. Across my scar littered chest lie three long lacerations, stitched up rather nicely. The skin is rather wrinkled from the tight bandages, and the stitches are blue. haha blue that's pretty cool. There was a bit of dried blood around the cuts, but otherwise, they were pretty clean, and definitely healed more than they should have been. I pushed myself further up against the headboard, but I must have moved a bit too quickly, because I was hit with a wave of nausea and slumped against the bed. Hermione jumped up and ran into another room, hopefully to get the doctor/nurse, whoever.
The woman who treated Harry for the dementors, Madam Pomfrey, I believe, bustled into the room. She gasped when she saw that I had undone the bandages. "Mr. Potter!" she scolded "lie back down this instant. And you," she gestures to my brother and his friends "he's not fit for visitors. Shoo, shoo" she practically pushes them out the door. I ease myself back into the bed and let her wrap me up again. She feeds me a bottle of a strange reddish potion, and gives me a small bowl of oatmeal. As I eat the lukewarm porridge, the med-witch busies herself, cleaning and sanitizing the counters on the opposite side of the room. Then there is a loud knocking on the door, and Madam Pomfrey gives me a stern look before skittering to the door. She pulls it open, and I can see Draco's platinum blonde hair from above her arm. They're talking in hushed tones, so I can't hear them. Mean.
"Hey, Draco!" I call loudly. I see him peek over the doctor's arm, his silver eyes wide. He looks at her, as if asking to come in.
"Mr. Potter! Lie back down. We don't want those cuts getting worse!" she scolds me, and I slump. I hear them mutter some more. Finally, I hear her say "Fine, but only for five minutes. We can't agitate his condition." and Draco hurries to my bedside, his shoes clacking on the stone floor.
"Hey~" I say, singsongingly, and roll over a little so I can see his face. He snorts, and brings his hand up to his face, before wincing and setting a worried expression back on his face.
"Are you- are you okay?" He asks, concern shining in his eyes. I do my best to deadpan him, and then smile.
"I'm better than I could be." I say, and he visibly relaxes at my lame attempt at humor "anyways, do you know when I can get out of here? I'm dying without anything to do- literally. My ADHD is going to kill me if I don't get out of here. Draco…" I grab his hands and stare him in the eyes "help me" He laughs, and smiles.
"You'll get out when you're better. It should be like… a week maybe?" I moan. "I mean, you're really hurt… you got really hurt for me... Why? You've known me for like- a day. That- that isn't- I mean-"
I weakly punch him in the shoulder to the best of my ability. "You're my friend" I say "and you still have to teach me the way around the castle. I can't let you die." I laugh "Just kidding." He smiles a little "Honestly though, I would do it again" He smiles at me gratefully. Now, to kill the mood because emotions. ick. "Ok, now we have to break me out of here- maybe tonight… what if you come in in the middle of the night and bring me to the common room… would that work?"
"No, I'm not breaking you out of here. You need to get better, silly" He says. "I gotta go. It was good talking to you. I- um... Thanks" I smile at him and he turns to leave.
"Bye Draco!" I yell, startling both Madam Pomfrey and the boy sleeping in the bed next to me. He waves and walks out the door, chuckling softly.
"Mr. Potter, what did I say about being disruptive!" Pomfrey starts and I laugh maniacally.
Harry's POV:
I follow Ron and Hermione in the direction of the library. It's nice and quiet there so maybe I can take a nap? I didn't sleep a wink last night, and I've been at Percy's bedside all morning. At least he seems okay, he's cracking bad jokes like usual, so he can't be that bad off. Hopefully. Ron and Hermione have seemed to have made up a little after the whole 'Percy almost dying' debacle.
We meander through the large double doors and Hermione orders me and Ron to save us a table, even though the library is nearly empty. She walks off and I slouch against the table, resting my head on my arms and trying to block out the overhead lights. The sweet darkness of sleep has nearly overwhelmed me when there's a loud thump on the table right by my head and I shoot upwards, mumbling. I note the stack of books before trying to return to sleep. My efforts are for naught when Hermione returns again and orders us to start on the books. She runs by dropping stacks of books on the table as she goes. I grab a random book off the table. Hippogriffs, written and Illustrated by Samuel the Hippogriff. A book written by a Hippogriff? Has she cleared out the section yet? I open the book anyways, and find.. well… It's certainly not what I was expecting.
Skauk neigh squaaaak neigh squak skuakity squak.
I slam the book shut and push it back into the middle of the table. I flop in my chair and pick up another book. This one is thick, pretty new, and… not about Hippogriffs? Greek mythology. Okay. Well yeah we should know about my brothers forced-ish religion. I start to read, and prepare myself for a long, boring book, but instead I get something better.
(Gotta go get the book - oh and extra disclaimer)
'I hope I'm getting extra credit for this. A publisher in new york asked me to write down what I know about the greek Gods, and I was like, "can we do this anonymously? Because I don't need the Olympians mad at me again."'
OK, this seems interesting? I keep reading.
'But if it helps you to know your Greek gods, and survive an encounter with them if they show up in your face, then I guess writing this down is my good deed for the week. If you don't know me, my name is Percy Jackson'
Percy… Jackson? That's the exact fake name Percy used. Coincidence? I think not. Percy wrote a book with a pen-name? Or... I'm too tired for this. I slouch in my chair, and continue reading through the book and the others that Hermione gathered. The day seems to fly by, and after dinner I lie in one of the chairs in the common room. My peace is short lived as Hermione dragged me and Ron to one of the tables to once again tirelessly pour over the books. Why are we even researching these? Whatever. I go back to my tireless work.
Hermione releases us at midnight, and I trip on the stairs on the way to the common room. Ughh. I lie in my bed until I'm sure that Ron is asleep before pulling on my cloak and pushing my way out the door to the common room, my bare feet quiet on the floor. I pad my way to the hospital wing. Walking up to the hospital wing door I start to get jumpy. I don't know why but I feel like something is going to happen, but too late to turn back now.
I didn't bring Hermione or Ron, I just need some quality time with my brother. Just me and him. Maybe he'll tell me about his time in America. It just seems like he's really uncomfortable sharing it, but maybe it will be easier when it's just us alone.
He'll tell me. It's just the sleep deprivation telling me that he won't. I'm just tired. Oh, and I'm also here. I slip through the doors and sit on one of the empty beds, I don't want to wake him. Maybe I'll just watch him sleep. That sounds stalkerey.
I'm contemplating the pros and cons of waking him, but then he moves. Percy drags himself out of bed, Madam Pomfrey must have given him some really good medicine, and he tumbles over to a side table, where a cup of water is resting. He picks it up, and dumps it on his head.
He's probably hot, and that's normal, but him staying dry is not. I must just be sleep deprived. Or- accidental magic… or… um. I think I'm going to just leave when he goes back to bed.
HAHA I DID IT. two chapters in two days. HAH ok gonna go post this before my computer dies