A/N: I'M LATE AGAIN!

Really, I'm sorry. I was going to work on it all day today, but my friends insisted that we "hang out" all day long. So, you know.

Alright, this is Hazel's. There isn't much explanation in this one-shot, and it is meant to be set up the way it is so be open-minded when you read it.

Hope you like it!

3 MORE DAYS.

Disclaimer: I don't own PJO.

Hazel collapsed on her bed, rolling over toward the wall. She was so emotionally and physically drained that she let all of her tears slide down her face. Normally, she wasn't a very emotional person, and she didn't scare easy, but today had been awful.

Things started out normal. They were all stressed out, but today had been especially bad. They were headed to the mortal side of the Doors of Death to try and get Percy and Annabeth out before they closed them.

Once they got there, everyone broke off into teams to fight. Hazel had been beside Piper and Nico, pushing up to the left side of the Doors. Jason was all on his own, fighting and taking down monsters like it was nothing. Leo was off on the right side, catching himself on fire and distracting the monsters. Frank was alternating somewhere between all of them. He was constantly changing shape. Sometimes Hazel would hear a crazy dragon roar and breath fire or the call of an eagle, and she knew that Frank had been there.

Nico and Hazel were finally getting close to the Doors of Death, and Nico had already said that they were going to have to close the doors when they got close enough whether Percy and Annabeth were there or not. She knew that they couldn't stand here and fight until they got here because monsters were just going to keep coming.

"Hazel!" Nico yelled at her. "We have to close them now! They're not here!"

She had doubted him. Maybe because she didn't want to believe him, but she couldn't make herself. She was going to keep believing that Percy and Annabeth would walk out until they had the doors locked key and all.

Jason yelled desperately, "Wait! Wait, Nico! I see them! I see them!"

Hazel spun around to face the doors. Her breath caught when she saw a figure walking out of the shadows and cutting up monsters with a wickedly sharp sword.

Percy Jackson was fighting like a born warrior. He was slashing and taking out monsters like he had been doing it for his entire life. He had Annabeth draped across his back, and somehow he was managing to hold on to her even though he was fighting at the same time.

Jason cleared a path to them, and Piper ran over to them.

"Hazel!" Nico yelled. "Help them! I've got this!"

Hazel wanted to object. She needed to object. She couldn't let him do this on his own. There was no way he would be able to handle this without going in and shutting them from the inside. He wasn't going to-

But Hazel just nodded. She couldn't make herself focus on Nico.

By the time Hazel got over to Piper to help Percy and Annabeth, Jason had already spun around and was killing monsters again.

Percy looked at her quizzically, but then his eyes rolled back into his head, and he collapsed on his stomach, cushioning Annabeth so she didn't hit the ground.

Piper was trying to get them up, or at least move them away from the monsters, and Hazel was about to help.

Out of nowhere, a grizzly bear plowed through a cluster of dracaena at Hazel's backwith a ferocious roar. Hazel hadn't been watching the snake-women, and if she had been standing there with her back turned much longer, she would have died.

A million sounds and sensations assaulted Hazel at once.

She heard several of the monsters scream. She heard a loud bang, like someone slamming several hundred car doors at once. She felt a huge gust of wind and blanket of dust rush over her skin. She heard a shrill cry that was somewhere in between a bear and a teenage boy.

When the dust settled and Hazel finally opened her eyes, she saw Piper crouched over Percy and Annabeth. Leo was kneeling on the ground a couple of yards away with his hair still on fire. Jason was on his hands and knees, trying to catch his breath.

The best: Nico was leaning against the outside of the doors breathing like he had just ran a marathon.

The worst: Frank was lying in a pool of blood.

Hazel's optimism plummeted. Suddenly, all she could think of was losing Frank. She couldn't. No. The Fates wouldn't do that. They wouldn't. They-

She sprinted over and slid down beside him.

His eyes were open, and his breathing was shallow.

"Ha-Hazel?" He gasped.

Hazel felt tear in her eyes. He wasn't going to die. He wasn't going to.

"It's me." She said, pressing her hands to his chest as she tried to stop some of the blood. "You're going to be fine. You're okay. You're okay."

His eyes were sad, and a few tears were gathered in the corners, "Percy and… Annabeth?"

Hazel smiled and nodded frantically. "They're fine. They're both out. We did it."

Frank gasped again for breath and Hazel pressed her hands down harder. He nodded at her and lifted one of his hands up to rest on her cheek.

"I-I love you." He said.

No. He wasn't going to do this. He wasn't. She had not come this far and worked this hard just to lose something this important to her.

"Don't you dare." Hazel said roughly. Some of her tears dripped down onto his face. "Don't say goodbye."

He looked up at her and tried to swallow, but his lips were red with blood. "I just- wanted you to know."

She was honestly going to say it back. She was really going to tell him she loved him too, but when Frank's eyes closed, she started screaming.

Hazel leaned back and groaned, burying her face into her pillow. She didn't want to think about any of it, but her mind had other plans. Like making her relive it every second.

She really didn't hear the door open. She figured out someone was in her room, when they sat down on the edge of the bed and Hazel slid toward them.

She rolled over and found Frank looking down at her.

"Hey." He said.

He was bruised and battered from head to toe. Besides Percy and Annabeth, he had the most wounds. He had one big bandage taped around his stomach and one around his shoulder. He wasn't wearing a shirt right now, so Hazel could see the blood stains in his bandages.

His goodbyes had been a false alarm. He had some pretty serious injuries, and if Coach Hedge hadn't healed him as fast as he had, he would have been gone.

They hadn't talked at all. She didn't really know where they stood, and since Hazel hadn't gotten the chance to tell him how she felt, she knew he was feeling really uncomfortable and unsure. She was surprised he was here at all.

Hazel sat up and scooted closer to him. She threw her arms around him and hugged him hard enough to break his ribs.

He didn't complain about his wounds; he just hugged her back just as hard. He buried his face in her neck, and his entire body was shaking.

"Oh my gods," Hazel breathed. "I thought I was going to lose you. I thought I had lost you."

He nodded against her, but didn't say anything.

"Why did you do it?" Hazel said.

"You were going to get hurt." He whispered against her skin. "I would rather die ten times over than see you get hurt. I couldn't make myself stop, and I'm glad I didn't."

Hazel felt like the worst girlfriend in the world. She had a boyfriend who was willing to (and did) risk his life for hers. And she didn't even have the decency to answer him when he told her that he loved her.

He looked up at her and tightened his grip on her waist. "I meant what I said."

Hazel couldn't help the smile that crept into her face as she hugged him even closer and said, "I know. I love you, too."

A/N: I hope you liked it! Give me those thoughts in the box down there! (a.k.a. leave me a review!)

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