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It was the fourth day since Dr. Baker had started the patients on the medication. The girl, Annabeth, seemed to have some variation of an immunity to the Felix, and while that was rare and improbable, it wasn't completely impossible, and the doctor was in the process of researching another medication that could be used in its place that wouldn't cause a bad reaction with her ADHD. The boy, Percy, on the other hand, had been a model patient.
They'd given him three days of peace to attempt to acclimate himself to the medicine. Part of the way the Felix worked involved triggering the release of chemicals in the brain that caused severe happiness to the point of incoherency and those that weren't used to it often were quite out of it, so to speak, when they first began the medication. This was because of that, when combined with the slight tranquilization to cause relaxed muscles and less cynical judgment, a feeling of being disconnected from reality often came about, and patients often lost their senses for a few days.
After Percy's three days were up, his daily therapy was scheduled to resume, which was why he'd been brought to her office a few moments ago. He would likely still be a little loopy until he fully adjusted to the medication, but not to the point where Eleanor couldn't resume her attempted treatment of him.
"Good morning, Percy," she greeted, folding her hands neatly in front of her, "How are you today?"
The raven haired teen, who had been drumming his fingers on his legs and looking around the office with child-like fascination, turned to look at her, "Good morning Mrs. Doctor Lady! I feel great! Better than I have since T- Better than I have in a long time!"
The doctor noted that his pupils were still slightly dilated, which was normal, at this point, and she smiled warmly at him, "That's great, Percy."
He smiled childishly at the praise, then looked at her overly seriously, "How are you, today, Mrs. Doctor Lady?"
The Felix could, due to the elevated levels of happiness, induce a childlike state of mind in patients, and at the moment her current patient was acting like a six-year-old on a sugar rush. She was exhausted just looking at him.
"It's Dr. Baker," the dark haired woman corrected gently, "And I'm doing well, thank you for asking. Would you be willing to tell me a little about yourself?"
The teen nodded vigorously, "Okay. My name's Percy, and my favorite color's blue. I live with my mom, Paul and Annabeth in an apartment in New York City, and I like to spend my weekends at camp."
"Would you be willing to tell me anything about this camp?" Dr. Baker coaxed gently, still wary of the child-like state of mind the medicine had currently induced in him.
The green eyed boy looked vaguely hesitant, hedging about what was safe to say, but he must have approved of something about her, as he nodded regardless, "Alright. But it's a secret, okay?"
"My lips are sealed," the brown eyed woman assured him, picking up her pen and pulling her notes sheet closer.
Percy relaxed, shoulders visibly losing their tenseness, "Good. 'Cause no one can know about this. It's called Camp Half-Blood, and it's a special camp for people like me."
Transcribing what he said, the doctor glanced up and made eye contact with him, "Special people like you?"
"Yeah- People with ADHD and dyslexia," he explained, which seemed plausible to the doctor, until her blood chilled at his next statement, "'Cause we're half-god, and all that."
"Half-god?" the doctor queried, dropping her pen suddenly and deciding she'd take notes from the recording. She leaned over her desk, folding her hands on the polished surface in front of her, "What do you mean, you're half-god?"
He looked at her seriously, his eyes vaguely unfocused, "I need you to pinky swear that you won't tell anyone."
She held her pinky out solemnly, completing the required ritual, which seemed to relax him again. Eleanor had a feeling that this was something he kept closely guarded and she worried that if she didn't get the whole explanation out of him now, then he might never elaborate. She watched him attentively, watching cautiously for any shifts in body language.
"Yup," the teen popped the 'p', "We're demigods, half Greek or Roman god. My dad's Poseidon, but shhh, you can't tell anyone."
"Honey," Dr. Baker said softly, trying to keep the sympathy out of her voice, "The Greek gods aren't real."
Percy shook his head adamantly, "Nuh-uh, they are too. You just don't know 'cause of the Mist and 'cause you're a mortal."
"And does Annabeth believe this, too?"
"Of course," the green eyed teen said, giving Dr. Baker a strange look, as though he couldn't fathom what she was suggesting, "Annabeth's mom is Athena."
Attempting to discern the extent of his and his girlfriend's mental illness, the doctor asked, "Can you tell me how you found out you were a demigod? Can you explain everything about the Greek-and Roman-gods?"
The 'Son of Poseidon' looked hesitant, but nodded, "It all started when I was twelve…