Tony's POV:
When the dreams hit... No... The voices. I hated the voices. The dreams... The voices controlled the dreams, so of course they were bad ones. Nightmares. Aster was shaking me, but the voices held me back. Finally I broke loose from their terrible grasp and suddenly, I was awake.
Aster and a few Apollo kids were standing over me.
"What's wrong with Tony?" One of them asked.
"Dehydration." I answered. They didn't believe me, but accepted my answer.
"Let's get you to your Barrack." Aster helped me along.
"The visions are getting worse Aster... They're getting worse... You might as well kill me..."
"I'd never do that!" She protested.
"For my own good! Please..." I begged.
"No. Tony. N. O. I'm not going to kill you."
"I don't even know what I said..."
"Come on, come on."
The first Cohort, my cohort. She sat me down on my bunk and pressed a wet cloth to my forehead and cheeks.
"Take it easy okay?" She pleaded, I nodded. I didn't want to, but I would. I had too. I was weak... So weak...