Hey hey! So I'm not gonna be updating as often... I'm really busy as of lately... :-( So, yeah... I'm sorry! Don't hate me!

LeicoAllTheWay:: So... I've decided I'm calling you... Maybe... Nope... Don't got it... Ummmmm... How about... Cupcake? Like Coach Hedge... And cause you're sweet like a cupcake... And cause cupcakes are yummy... So. There. You are now Cupcake. ;-) oh, and I just remembered that Toby's last name is Curtus...

BookButterfly11:: You never responded to my last note... :-( You alive? Here it is again:
BOOKButterfly11::
Oooopppsss... So I JUST realized I've been calling you the wrong name all along! I'm SSSOOOOOOOO sorry! Will you PLEASE forgive meeeeeeee? *pleading and begging on knees in front of BOOKButterfly11* *gives BookButterfly11 a blue chocolate chip cookie in bribery* But can I still call you Blue? It can be my nickname for you! :) You will be my Blue and no one else can call you Blue. Just me. MY Blue. *blushes* Sorry. Rambling and getting over-possessive there... *blushes again* I'm so glad yall are behind me, and am ESPECIALLY glad it's not literal, because then you'd be dead and I'd be sad and yeah. I'm rambling again. I do that lots. And I get off track. Like I am now. Blame my demigod ADD... I'm also glad that you're insane too! I guess it comes with being a demigod and not living at camp year-round... We seem insane to the mortals. But what if WE'RE normal and they're the insane ones? PLOT TWIST! I love doing that! :) Love you, Bluey! :) *hugs MY Bluey and gives MY Bluey another blue chocolate chip cookie* *realizes I'm not only getting over-possessive again, but that it's also over a person* Sorry! *blushes* I'm gonna shut up now and write chapter seven! Don't hate me, Blue!

So.. Here's another heart-shattering installment of my story... And PLEASE review! Feel free to criticize and suggest what I should do next... Cause... I have not planned this story at all...

Chapter 8- Paige's POV

I lay in bed in the infirmary. So. Bored. Will Solace, head counselor of Apollo cabin, wouldn't let me leave, even though it didn't hurt anymore. "PLEEEEEEAAAAAAAASSSSSSSE, Will?" I pleaded. "Absolutely not." He said firmly as he checked on how I was healing after being beat badly by some Ares kids. "and Malcom will agree with me," he continued, "you need rest, you need to heal. AND your immune system is down. I don't want you getting sick." "But pleeeeeaaaassssse!" I begged, "It's sooooo boring and I miss my friends!" Will sighed, "Fine. If Malcom will let you AND watch you," he shot a look at Malcom who had just walked in, "you can have a FEW friends in." Malcom quickly said yes.

About an hour later, all of my friends were there. Annabeth sat grinning in the corner with Percy. Piper was busy trying to charmspeak me into taking some medicine. Jason levitated nearby, trying to distract me. Frank had turned into a puppy and was curled up next to me, wagging his tail as I absently scratched behind his ears. Hazel was sitting on the end of my bed, helping in any and every way she could. Leo was building some contraption to help me be able to watch pretty much any movie made. Nico sat at the foot of my bed, not knowing what to do otherwise. Reyna was probably the most helpful, bringing me a new book and helping me stay mentally active.

I was so happy! But a week later, I highly regretted pleading with Will. I was sick. I had caught the flu that was going around camp and was miserable. Malcom tried his hardest to comfort me, but it didn't help. Will was busy helping everyone else with flu. Finally, I shakily IMed (Iris Messaged) Reyna when Malcom had left for dinner. I knew Reyna could help. "Reyna." I croaked, "I'm sick. Can you come help..." She promised she was on her way, before disconnecting the IM.

Soon, Rey arrived. "Hey." I rasped. "Ssshhh." She soothed. She checked my temperature, then put a cold cloth on my forehead. "You have a temperature. 103.7" she sounded worried. I rolled over and tried to sleep after Reyna forced me to take something that didn't really taste like cherries. But I couldn't sleep. Reyna did everything she could to help me feel better. I eventually fell asleep as she softly sang a lullaby. Yes, I know it's a little babyish to have her sing a lullaby. But it helped me fall asleep.

Reyna's POV

Paige finally fell asleep. I was so worried. She was like a little sister to me. And she was so sick. Her fever just got worse, even on Tylenol. It was at 103.9 and climbing. Malcom came in, and I had to slam a hand over his mouth to keep him from waking Paige up. "Reyna! What are you DOING here?!" He whisper-shouted after I removed my hand. "Paige Iris-Messaged me. She's getting worse. Her fever is climbing, even on Tylenol and nectar. Get Will."

Malcom's eyes widened and he raced off to find Will. They came back ten minutes later. Will was out of breath and looking panicked, "Reyna. Symptoms. ASAP." He demanded. "Fever of 103.9 that's still climbing, even on Tylenol and nectar. Raspy cough and sore throat." Will frowned, "This sounds like an extreme version of the flu that's going around. I TOLD her that her immune system was too weak, but NOOOO, she was bored." Will's brow creased with worry in spite of his angry tone. He set to work trying to help her.

Sooo... Any ideas on how to spice up the story? I feel like I've hit a dry spell. HEEEEEELLLLLLLPPPPPPP this frustrated author who has no idea of what to do next! Well, au revior for now! :-)
PS For those who can speak French or feel like looking it up on Google translate::
Je suis une pomme. La femme et la fille mange la robes rouge. Le garcon est un chat. L'hommes mange la orange. :) (PPS I know I'm insane and half of that doesn't make sense. But to my ADD it does!)