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-ROC6

Annabeth's fingers danced boredly across her thigh, tapping out a rhythm no one else could understand as she idled away her time. The past few days had been a nightmare, mostly due to the fact that she'd had nothing to do for hours on end, leaving her with a vague itching sensation in her limbs. Clearly, her ADHD was not impressed. Compounding her boredom, Annabeth was constantly on high alert, her senses watching for monsters that likely wouldn't come. In combination, it's safe to say that the last few days of doing absolutely nothing were absolutely torturous. And, if she was frank with herself, she wouldn't be surprised if the sheer boredom involved with this whole experience may end up being enough to drive her insane.

With all of the time she had to herself, one would think it would be easy for her to design some form of a working escape plan, but the place was a mental institution, designed to keep even the most mentally unstable person within its walls. And, much to her chagrin, the best plan she'd come up with so far involved a breakout on foot, taking down guards and nurses, opening Percy's door and making a run for it. Even the most inexperienced person could see, though, that a plan of that sort clearly wouldn't work, especially in a facility where people are on constant alert for escapees. After all, a hospital such as this one wouldn't want to risk escaping patients.

And thus, that left Annabeth with trying to convince the doctor that she and Percy were balanced, well-rounded individuals that had no need to be locked up and monitored, though she knew Percy was probably harming the situation more than helping it. She doubted he was trying to do it, he just had this inconvenient tendency of blurting out exactly what he was thinking at any given moment And while that was somewhat useful for a relationship, it was completely unhelpful for a highly delicate situation such as their own.

Knowing him, though, he likely spent the entirety of the therapy sessions making endearingly annoying comments of no actual value to the doctor. At least, Annabeth hoped that that was what he was doing, because if it wasn't, then the doctor got through to him somehow, then things just got a whole lot harder.

When the panel in the sunshine yellow wall slid open, not unlike the door of a minivan, and revealed a nurse clad in yellow scrubs, Annabeth leapt gracefully to her feet. She knew it was the only time she'd get to leave her room that day, as it was time to be escorted to a therapy session with the doctor. The blonde followed the nurse easily, willing to take any chance to escape the room that was feeling more and more like a prison cell, and when she was instructed to sit down in front of the desk where the doctor was sitting, she sat gracefully down and greeted the doctor with a smile.

Dr. Baker gave her a soft smile, "I'm good, thanks for asking. I believe last time we were here you were talking about how you found the camp you go to over the summer."

"Yes," the straight-backed, gray-eyed teen replied, playing up the role of friendly teenaged girl, "I told you how I ran away from home and managed to end up in New York where I stumbled upon this camp, which turned out to be specifically designed for children and teenagers with ADHD and dyslexia. It's actually where I met Percy since he started going there when we were both twelve."

"Ah, yes," the doctor said, writing down notes on something Annabeth had said, "Your boyfriend was actually telling me about this camp earlier."

"Oh really?" Annabeth commented, raising an eyebrow with carefully schooled features and praying to the gods that he didn't do anything stupid.

"Yeah," the doctor replied nonchalantly, "He told me it was called 'Camp Half-Blood'."

As much as she wanted to react to the fact that the doctor knew the name of the camp, and why, for the love of the gods would Percy tell her that, Annabeth kept her expression carefully controlled in an expression of mild-mannered interest, "Yeah, a bit of an unusual name if you ask me."

"He also said," the doctor tucked her pen behind her ear and in her mousy hair, which was pulled up in a bun, "That you both believe that you're-oh, what was the term he used again-demigods. Half Greek or Roman god."

Annabeth's blood ran cold, and though she tried to hide it, she knew she flinched and that an expression of mixed fear and horror flashed across her face. She also knew that the doctor saw it, and mentally started cursing herself for being so amateur.

Contorting her expression into one of shock and concern, she tried for an innocent, sympathy-inducing voice, "He really thinks that?"
Sighing, the doctor folded her arms neatly in front of her, "Annabeth, I understand that you just want to get out of here, and don't think that you have a problem, but we both know that you have a problem, and it'll do more for yourself and your recovery if you just admit it."

"I don't have a problem," Annabeth replied coldly, her attempts at being friendly shutting down, then she prayed to her mother for understanding, "And I don't believe in any gods. I'm an atheist."

The doctor sighed again, which was really starting to annoy Annabeth, and stared imploringly at the teen, "I'm aware the medication we've been giving you hasn't been working, but we aren't able to find another one on such short notice that's compatible with your condition. As a result, should we decide it's imperative to put you on a medication, it will be a stronger, concentrated version of the same medicine given to you via injection after every session. I was hoping you'd be cooperative enough that the measure wouldn't be necessary, but you're starting to force my hand."

Annabeth's lips were pressed tightly together, and she refused to say anything more.

The doctor, annoyingly, sighed again, and pressed a button on her desk, requesting a few nurses be sent to her office, while Annabeth watched impassively, trying not to show how much the idea of being medicated was aggravating her.

Turning regretfully back to her patient, the doctor commented sadly, "Last call?"

The blonde teen only shook her head stiffly in response, and not a moment later a few nurses arrived, and through sheer numbers they were eventually able to subdue Annabeth. She felt a gentle prick in her arm, and a slight burning sensation as something was injected into her veins.

Then she felt nothing at all.