I owe you guys a humongous apology. You may either stay to listen to my lame upon lame excuse, or go read the story.
School. It's just overwhelming. Thank G-d I'm finally back into a nice schedule, but I probably won't have an updating schedule for another month or so. Hang in there, all I have to get a hold of is my extracurriculars, and that shouldn't take too long.
Thank you for sticking with me for so long!
On the subway back to camp, Percy's nausea had not abated. He felt like he was going to throw up every time he thought of what had just happened.
A ginormous shovel-type thing was just shoved into his arm and they dug out parts of his skin from a place on his body that was hurting already.
He opted to sit with his right arm against the edge of the seat on the strangely empty subway car. Every time the train lurched, though, Percy banged the swollen area and he felt it through the bandages. He was being very good at not gasping in surprise and pain, though, but Annabeth caught every silent wince.
"Are you okay?" she asked, for what must have been the millionth time.
"Seriously, I'm fine," he answered, and prayed that she couldn't tell that he was lying.
The doctor had told Percy that he'd give them a call when the results came in, and Annabeth had offered her cell phone number as the number to be called.
"He's not leaving my sight until he stops looking so pale," she said.
The doctor smiled sadly. "Tylenol should help."
Percy smiled at himself. He'd jumped into a polluted, toxic river in the Underworld, fought a Titan, and was one of the best swordsmen that Camp Half-Blood had ever seen. He was scared of a needle?
Annabeth looked at him. "You know," she said, "you really look much better."
Percy smiled at her, but he could hear the little tremor in her voice that told him she was lying.
He didn't know why it was such a big deal. Everyone probably had tests and things in their lifetime, right? So why was he stressing?
Maybe he was scared of what the results might bring.
Either way, I have a handle on it now, Percy reminded himself. And there's no use worrying until we get the results back.
The subway rattled around a corner. Percy winced.
And so ends a very short chapter. It is 2 pages long, but I apologize anyway.
Review responses:
Pollex- I have not had one done, thankfully, but I am very interested in cancer and the like so I will actually be researching all of Percy's symptoms and tests so I can become more knowledgeable about it.
Guest: He cannot just drink ambrosia, as you'll see in later chapters.
PoseidonStories8, Avid Reader, Elmlea, May Salome Love, doubles12, jelloqueen, smegol26, and ArtemisApollo97, thank you so much for reviewing. It means so much to me. I will try to make my chapters longer. Thanks for the feedback!