Hello all you PJ fans, welcome to chapter 5 of this suspenseful and mysterious fanfiction! Today we follow Annabeth's journey on finding out who is after Percy. Seriously, who could it be? Well, I guess you'll just have to keep reading! :)

P.S. For anyone who is wondering, my schedule for writing and posting new chapters are every Saturday and Sunday (just in case some of you were wondering :))

Annabeth's POV

"Hello, this is 911, what's your emergency?" A lady said on the other side of the line.

"Hello, this is Annabeth Chase and I am calling for my friend, Percy Jackson. I have reason to believe he's in danger at the NYC Health Hospital. Can you please send someone over to make sure he's ok?"

"Stay calm Ma'am. I've just alerted the New York City Police Force and they are on their way. Would you like me to send a cop car over to pick you up?"

"Yes please. My address is..."

Ten minutes later, a police car slowed to a stop in front of my house. I grabbed my bag, kissed my dad goodbye (who came outside moments before to check what all of the commotion was about) and jumped into the passenger seat of the police car.

The policewoman, Reyna, was very friendly and she calmly asked me why I thought Percy was in danger.

I explained to her everything; the fact that he got hit by a truck days before and how I gave him a walkie-talkie so we could communicate with each other, despite his ruined phone. The fact that I woke up in the middle of the night and heard him call on the walkie-talkie and cry for help.

"Somebody. Anybody. Help me. Someone's trying to kill me. HELP!"

"Someone's trying to kill me."

"Kill me" His terrified voice was stuck in my head like a catchy song (and not the good kind).

The second after the walkie-talkie went quiet, for the first time in my life, I felt truly lost. I couldn't think, I couldn't move, I couldn't breath. Stuff like this isn't supposed to happen to two high school kids, yet here we were; Percy, left vulnerable at the hospital (as crazy as that sounds) and me, with his well-being, his life resting on my shoulders.

I wasn't going to let him down; I had to stay focused on the task at hand and pray that it wasn't too late.

The police car sped down 59th Street and took shortcut after shortcut to reach the hospital. We slowed to a stop in front of the hospital; several police cars were already parked up front, with their red and blue lights flashing against the dark atmosphere.

Officer Reyna and I both got out. She was talking to someone on her walkie-talkie, hopefully to someone who was actually inside the hospital.

I couldn't take waiting anymore; I grabbed my bag and ran inside the hospital, despite Officer Reyna and a bunch of other cops yelling to me to stay outside. Even though I'm not one to break the rules, I felt so impatient, so angry that all of this was happening. I wasn't going to wait around, I had to see for myself what was going on.

I took the elevator up to the 5th floor and walked through the hallway keeping my eyes open for Room 333. The hospital's atmosphere was quiet, but tense, like the whole building was holding its breath and wouldn't be relieved until Percy was safe and sound (or maybe that was just me).

I spotted Room 333, not only because of the large, brass numbers on the front of the door but because multiple cops were standing guard outside.

I told them who I was and they unblocked the door. What I saw next made my heart drop to my stomach.

I turned my head to the left of the room, where the hospital bed was, and saw Percy lying motionless on his back, his nose swollen and bloody and his arms dangling aimlessly at the sides of the bed (with the casts looking like they had been torn off). The mattress was tilted off of the skeleton of the bed and don't even get me started on the sheets. Crowded around Percy were at least 4 nurses hooking him up to a heart rate monitor, frantically checking his vitals, making sure he was getting enough oxygen and cleaning up the numerous bruises and scratches all over his arms and face (as if a bear had attacked him). I stood there motionless for about 5 seconds before walking over and helping the nurses with Percy.

I helped them in every way I could; I cleaned up the scratches all over his hands and forehead, elevated his arms, one by one, while two other nurses, Kira and Shelly, put new casts around Percy's arms. I helped fix up the bed and elevate Percy's arms again so that the nurses could hang them up from a string on the ceiling; I, essentially, became a nurse in that hour.

The room itself looked like it went through a hurricane; both tables - the one in the far corner of the room and the one near the bed - were knocked over and the carpet was sticking out as if someone was trying to pull it out from under the hospital bed.

After Percy was cleaned up, the nurses were getting ready to go home for the rest of the night. I was sitting on a chair near Percy's unconscious form, staring at him, as if I thought that if I looked hard enough I could magically make everything all better. The nurses had unhooked him from the heart monitor (despite the paranoia that was nagging at the back of my mind, I didn't protest) and they had wrapped up his bruised nose so now it look like he had a bandaged ball balancing on his face.

A hand touched my shoulder and I flinched before realizing that it was just Officer Reyna.

"Hi Annabeth. I think you should go home now", she said crouching down next to me.

"Um..I kinda wanna stay here for the night", I said. Despite my extreme exhaustion I felt more comfortable, safer, if I stayed at the hospital with Percy.

"Alright then. Just remember he might not wake up until the morning. You be careful now. Have a goodnight" she said standing up and walking towards the door. The door closed shut and I was left alone with Percy.

I put my hand to Percy's face and started stroking his dark, messy hair. Suddenly, the million-dollar question popped into my mind, the question that had been on everyone's mind since this whole thing started.

Who would try to kill Percy?

Seriously, Percy was the funniest, nicest and sweetest boy at school, maybe in all of New York! He's never hurt anyone(not on purpose anyway) and he does everything with a certain willingness; a "You only live once" kind of willingness. He always walks with a purpose and he is rarely ever miserable (though I doubt that rule applies now). I was trying to dig deep into my mind, trying to fish out some instance at school where he ever hurt anyone (whether by accident or not) enough to drive them to the point of murder.

Then something clicked. Suddenly the weird events of the past few days snapped together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. The truck, Luke's strange behavior ("Do you love me" and all), and tonight...

They were all connected. But before I could write all of this down or call someone or do something, my eyes closed shut and I fell into a dreamless state of sleep.

I woke up when the sun was starting to rise. The orange light illuminated the hospital room (due to the giant window behind me) and I heard a groan coming from in front of me. My heart did a somersault as I saw Percy's eyes blinking open.

"A-Annabeth!?" he said, his voice was hoarse and cracking which gave me deja vu from the first time he woke up at the hospital.

"Hi Percy. Want some water?", I said quietly.

He nodded and I fished a water bottle from my bag (still not shaking that deja vu).

After about 60 seconds of silence we both splurted out "What happened!?" (me with a little more emotion in my voice than I'd like to admit).

He and I smiled for the first time in what seemed like forever. He then proceeded to tell me how he woke up in the middle of last night and saw and heard something (or someone) moving at the foot of his bed. He told me about how the tall figure tried to suffocate him to death and about his struggle to cling to life before he thought of to call me with the walkie talkie. It was half amusing how his voice sounded weird because of the bandage pinching his nose, but this was no laughing matter.

"...and then...I can't remember anything after I called you", he said concluding his story. At this point I heard nurses rustling outside, serving breakfast to the other patients in the hospital.

My mind was swimming with all of the different puzzle pieces coming together in my brain. I just needed one more thing to finish the puzzle and put an end to this.

"Percy", I said with a sort of grief to my voice "I know you probably want me to stay with you here, but I really have to go."

"Why? Do you and Luke have plans?", he said in an annoyed tone that shocked me.

"What is that supposed to mean? Listen-"

"No its fine.", he said "fine" as it was a foreign word, "if you need to go, then go."

I didn't know what to say. I understood why he was upset (even Percy couldn't keep his cool after all that happened) but I still felt like someone hit my heart with a hammer as I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked towards the door. I saw a nurse heading in the direction of the room with a tray of breakfast in her hands. I turned towards Percy and locked my eyes with his; his sea-green eyes staring back at me with a mixture of sorrow and regret. I turned on my heals and jogged down the stairs and out the door of the hospital.

The light blinded me for a few seconds so I decided I would make a quick pit stop at my house to freshen up before heading to a certain boy's house.

I needed to talk with my so-called boyfriend.