'Stop crying! She doesn't deserve your tears!'

Anna's sobs shock her frame as her makeup smeared the previously white pillow case. Her hands covered her tear stained face and red and puffy eyes. Her body was curled into a small ball as she continued to cry her eyes out. Why did this happen? She knew her and Apollonia had problems but was it so bad that she had to speak those heart wrenching words?

Love someone else.

The redhead cried harder when those words were repeated in her head. Those words that broke her heart and had her sobbing like no tomorrow.

Love someone else.

Anna didn't want to be there anymore. She wanted to go back to Arendelle, with Elsa, go visit the trolls with Kristoff and Sven, give Olaf a warm hug and pretend this whole thing never happened. She wanted to forget Camp Half-Blood, the future . . . and Apollonia. 'Elsa was right,' She thought, 'even before this happened she told me I didn't know what love is. She was right and I just want this to end.' Elsa. Where was her big sister when she needed her the most? Anna just wanted to have Elsa make it snow in her room so they could build a snowman. That was all she wanted and she needed a hug. Why didn't they bring Olaf to the future? Surely he could cheer her up.

Victoria lied on her bed and stared at the bedroom's ceiling. Her dress was wrinkled and her curly hair was sprawled out on the pillow. It was the least of her worries as she thought about the image of her dear friend crying in Elsa's room, throwing away all the romantic decorations into the garbage bag. It was weird seeing Apollonia so . . . broken. Usually she was head strong, fierce, stubborn even, but seeing her like that was like seeing a statue slowly fall apart with the harsh weather and soon it would be nothing. And Anna, she couldn't imagine how hurt the little redhead could be. Was she even in a relationship before Apollonia?

She wanted to comfort her friends but who would be more hurt? Surely Anna would be the obvious choice but she's known Apollonia for years. Maybe she should just ignore this and pretend she didn't see anything. 'And pretend I didn't just see my friend cry over the woman she was about to give her virginity to? Not gonna happen!' Damnit, why was she getting herself involved in something that didn't even involve her?

The ride back to Camp Half-Blood was the most awkward, tense filled thing the girls had ever been through. Anna was constantly sniffling and looking at Apollonia while she looked out the window. Elsa and Becca sat in the back, doing their best to ignore the tension. Victoria sat between Nicole and Anna. She tried to get the redhead to stop crying but it was no use. Anna was truly heart broken and it was best to let her cry things out. Apollonia sat in the front of the van with Argus while the camp's top security guard drove. The brunette didn't dare look back to her ex-girlfriend and her ex-mistress who was in a relationship with her best friend and, said best friend being happy as ever that she had Elsa.

Unlike Anna, Apollonia didn't cry as much. Sure, she shed a few tears on her birthday but not for long. Her sadness turned into anger. She was angry at Elsa for leading her on to believe that they would ever have a legitimate relationship. She was angry at Becca for betraying her and she was angry at herself for breaking Anna's heart. The brunette always bottled up her emotions and later let them flow out during her training. Right now, she wanted Argus to go over the speed limit so they could arrive at camp faster. Apollonia needed to get her anger out before she broke something. Sword practice usually made her feel better and that was what she needed right now.

A cough erupted from Apollonia's throat and she covered her mouth as it made her go forward. 'Damnit, I need to get drink some of that nectar. I think I'm getting sick.' Apollonia thought. It was certainly odd. She hasn't gotten sick since she was a child.

CLANG! SWISH! CLASH!

The brunette was not going easy on her poor training partner while practicing their sword skills. They wore their old Greek armor while a shield was strapped to one of their arms. Her blonde haired practice buddy directed a jab toward Apollonia's stomach but she rolled out of the way and swept her shield under her partner's feet, making the blonde fall on his back. The brunette stood and pointed her sword at the young man's throat. He tapped out and the bronze metal was quickly removed from his Adam's apple. "You need to practice more." Apollonia said, walking to where she placed her water bottle.

"Well, not all of us are going through a break up." The young man panted. He whipped the sweat off his face and turned to his training partner. "By the way, why did you two break up? I'm getting different kinds of stories from the nymphs and the Aphrodite cabin. Not to mention your friends won't say a word about it."

Apollonia stopped drinking and looked at the ground. She didn't want to talk about her break up and she could care less if rumors were being spread. She just wanted to practice. "None of your business." She spat. "Let's go another round."

"No way, Abby. I'm exhausted and I need to take a shower before dinner." The young man grabbed his equipment and jogged the male's rest room.

'Guess I'll settle for the dummies.' She thought.

Ten minutes after her partner left, Apollonia kept her mind away from the problems she was experiencing and focused on slashing the dummies while her throat begged for a drink of water. Her arms felt like lead and her muscles ached and cramped with every slash and jab she sent. The brunette was exhausted but she usually trained for hours on end and now she could barely stand on her own. She had trained for only two hours, she was used to five to seven hours! This was weak and she guessed she was flossing her stamina. If that was even possible. 'I need more training.'

A violent cough erupted from her throat again as she tried to stand her ground with the help of her sword. "Okay, this is really starting to annoy me." She said. Apollonia packed up her gear and headed to Dr. Schmidt's office. If anyone can tell her what's wrong with her, it'd be him.

"Alright Apollonia, what can I do you for?" Dr. Schmidt asked as he walked in the examination room. Apollonia sat on the uncomfortable, white examination table.

"I was wondering if you could check my health. I've been coughing a lot today." The young woman said.

"Is the coughing all that is bothering you?"

"I''ve been getting tired a lot faster. Doc, I'm used to working out for five to six hours. Can you just give me some nectar?"

"As much as I wish that the nectar will cure whatever you have, I'm afraid I still have to check your health. Now, say 'ah'."

When the old doctor was nearly done examining Apollonia he checked her vision but noticed something was off. "Apollonia?"

"Yes?"

"Your eye color is hazel, correct?" Dr. Schmidt shined a light on the younger woman's irises.

"Um . . . Yes. Why?" Apollonia's eyes coward away when the old doctor directed the tiny flash light straight at her pupils.

"My dear, your eyes . . . they're no longer hazel. They're grey with a copper ring surrounding the iris!"

"What?!" She jerked away from the blinding light. She rushed to a nearby mirror and saw that her eyes were indeed grey and lifeless. "That's impossible! I was born with my father's hazel eyes. Ask anyone in my family."

Dr. Schmidt looked at the young brunette with worry written in his wrinkled face. He quickly suggested that it was probably nothing but wanted to test Apollonia's blood, just to be safe. After taking quite a few blood samples and some from her once hazel eyes, the old man walked out of the room and left the young woman to worry about the possibilities.

'I got to calm down. Besides Dr. Schmidt said that it could be nothing. That's a good thing, right?'

But she couldn't calm herself. Never in her life has she been so nervous to wait for some tests results. It as nerve wracking. Having to wait to find out what could be wrong you was no picnic. Then she heard a couple of muffled voices behind the white painted door. Apollonia got off the examination table and quietly walked to the door. She opened it wide enough to peek out with a single eye and saw the camp's doctor with Chiron. Why would he be there, though? Was he getting checked up , too?.

The brunette didn't know but they looked mournful. Like someone died. Chiron said his goodbye and left the office with his hooves making clicking noises on thefloor board. Apollonia took that as her cue to close the door. She waited and soon Dr. Schmidt came in. His face didn't show any emotions. It was neutral.

The old man sighed and looked down at the pile of papers in his hands. "My dear, there is no easy way to say this,"

'That's not a good sign.'

"Apollonia, I'm afraid you have Wilson's Disease."