So in the last chapter I forgot to mention that the story to going to start to get real serious. And sorry that I didn't post the last chapter sooner. I don't have a good excuse as to why I didn't, but I hope this makes up for it.

Apollonia swallowed her last medicated pills with three big gulps of water. It was two and a half weeks after Dr. Schmidt had told her about the disease. It was genetic, and ever since then she's been trying to figure out what family member held the disease as well. She was sure it wasn't her mother. The older woman was always full of life and her eyes were anything but the fading shading shade of grey. Her brothers were all too full of energy to be carrying Wilson's Disease and her sister was out of the question. If Connie was sick she wouldn't have wasted any time in telling her family. So that just left her father.

But then again, Apollonia wasn't entirely sure if she had inherited the disease from her father. She didn't talk to him much during the three days she visited her home, due to the fact that he was busy running to and from business meetings. She'd have to make another trip home to talk to her father, just in case.

But at the moment she had to get a refill on her medication and she still had to worry about how she was supposed to tell her friends. It was certainly going to be hard considering the brunette has been ignoring her friends ever since she found out herself. Apollonia was rarely seen at meals or at practice due to her check ups with the camp's aging doctor.

She was instructed to take her medication daily with plenty of water. Dr. Schmidt said that even if the medication helped, she would need a liver transplant. It scared her to no end and the brunette didn't think she could ask anyone for half of their liver. The camp had all her medical information and it was clear that if she needed a transplant she would have to ask her father or wait for death.

She could handle the pills and check ups just fine, but it was the pitiful looks and glances that she got from Chiron and Dr. Schmidt. They looked at her as if she was a wounded animal and she felt like one every time one of them saw her. Even Mr. D stopped being obnoxious to Apollonia when he heard the news. He even started to call her by her actual name. It was strange though, having three men- who she didn't know very well- know the truth about her illness when her friends and family hadn't had a clue as to what was wrong.

Thanks to the disease, Apollonia has been on edge and often snapped at anyone who came too close. It wasn't like her and she didn't to do it but it was hard controlling her emotions when there were things to worry about.

One of those things being that she had to instruct a class for sword fighting in less than minutes. Knowing her limited time, she grabbed a pair of sunglasses from her night stand, her sword and sprinted out of her cabin. She sported an orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt with shorts and sneakers. Her black hair was kept in a pony tail and she hid her sickly grey eyes with her sun glasses. She slowed down when her breathing became rigid and shallow. The damn disease made Apollonia tire out a hell of a lot faster than she liked.

Apollonia could see the group of campers waiting in the far distance near the camp's lake. After formally explaining what exercises they going to be doing the class began with the brunette walking to and from each pair of partners. Occasionally, she gave a few pointers then moved on. A few campers asked if she could demonstrate a few techniques but they were disappointed when Apollonia denied. She was tired and it was a battle for her to even be walking around under the hot sun.

After her class she headed to Dr. Schmidt's office for a refill on her medication. Once she did she walked all the way to the Big House. On the porch sat Chiron and Dionysus playing a game of pinochle. The centaur noticed Apollonia walking toward the porch.

"Apollonia," he said. The younger girl noticed he was in his true form. "What brings you here, my dear?"

Apollonia could hear his voice practically dripping with sympathy. "I need permission to make a trip." She said.

"A quest?"

"No, it involves my," she cleared her throat. "Illness."

Chiron looked at her with a pained expression, which only made the girl feel helpless. "Well, I suppose you could leave for a fair time. But it is truly up to Mr. D."

"I'll let the girl go." Dionysus said, taking a sip from his soda. "As long as you're back before the capture the flag game, we won't have a problem. Understand, Apollonia?"

Even though it was strange having the pudgy man call her by her correct name, she still nodded and agreed to have Argus drive her back and forth.

The camp's head of security drove Apollonia in silence and rounded a corner to her home. It wasn't going be easy, she hadn't even told anyone in her family that she was coming but it had to be done. "Thanks Argus, I'll take it from here. Just wait out front." Apollonia said, opening her door.

Argus nodded and drove over to another sidewalk.

The brunette knocked on the front door and waited for someone to answer. She was surprised to see her father answering the door. The aging man looked down at his youngest child in slight shock but invited her in. Apollonia requested that they talked in his office considering her mother was in the kitchen with a few of her brothers. They were unaware that the nineteen year old was in the house.

"Apollonia," Her father said, opening the door to his office. "What's the matter? When you come to visit, you always run your mother to give her a hug. Why not now?"

The young woman walked inside and began to play with the sun glasses that were still hiding her eyes. "Dad, I have something pretty big to ask of you." Apollonia said.

Vincent Andolini stood in front of his desk and waited for his daughter to continue. He noticed she had lost weight. Her skin was pale and her usual happy attitude was gone.

"Dad, I have Wilson's Disease."

The older man stood in silence and was unsure of what he should say. But nothing came to mind. He knew one of his children would be burdened with his family's disease but he never thought it'd be his little girl. "You're taking the proper medication, right?" Vincent asked.

"Yeah," the brunette said, "but they're not doing anything to help. The doctors say that pretty soon I'm going to need a transplant. . . And, you're the only one that's a positive blood match to mine."

Her father knew exactly where this was heading. "So, you want a kidney?" The man asked.

"Liver, actually. Dad, I know this is a lot to ask but I need to know that you'll be willing to help if the time ever comes."

Vincent dryly chuckled at his daughter's request. "Apollonia, I know you haven't heard but my company is undergoing in an investigation. All my money, and the company's profits, are frozen until it's over."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Apollonia asked.

"It has to do with what you're asking me. Apollonia, my company needs me now than ever and if business wasn't slowing down, I would've already placed you in the finest hospital New York has to offer. But I haven't and that's because I have no money right now. No money to pay the bills, no money to pay for the health insurance. Do you see where I'm getting at?" Vincent asked.

Apollonia couldn't believe her ears. Was her father actually doing this? "Are you choosing the company over your own daughter?" The girl asked.

"It's nothing personal, sweetie. I just can't give you my liver when the company is in danger of being shut down." Vincent said.

"I'm going to die if I don't get this transplant!" She yelled. "Isn't that more important than your company?"Apollonia felt tears prick at her grey eyes. She removed the shades from her grey orbs and wiped away the tears.

"I'm sorry, Apollonia. But right now, it isn't."

Her heart broke. All her life she idolized her father but now she could see his true form. A monster. A monster much worse than anything she could ever fight. She felt the arms of her father encircle her in a hug but her anger got the best of her as she shoved her good for nothing father away from her.

In an attempt to release her anger, Apollonia spat at her father's expensive suit and left without another word.