Chapter 4

I was bent over by a tree, puking my guts out. Man, why did I have such a weak stomach?

Even though I should've been distracted, I couldn't help but feel sorry for Annabeth. I hated seeing people I love sick, way worse than I feel when I'm throwing up. When I was done I went to the nearest bathroom to clean out my mouth.

Then, almost immediately, I ran for the Big House, hoping Chiron would be there. I passed Travis and Connor Stoll on the way. Like always, they were pranking someone. This time they were trying to leer out the guy who works at the camp's store. Could you guess what they would do after that? I know.

They tried to get me to stop, but I wouldn't. "Yo. Percy. What's up? PERCY!" Connor said.

I just ran past them, giving them the finger, hoping they would know I was not to be messed with right now. I saw the balcony, dodging mad people as I ran through the sandy volleyball pit. I ran up the stairs and burst through the doors, surprised they didn't break. I stopped. No one in the room. I stood completely still. Voices, in the next room. I ran across the floor, taking a sharp turn, almost falling over.

"Chiron! Chiron."

I stood up, seeing Mr.D was there, too, playing cards. But then again, what else is new for a lazy god? He looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

"Peter Johnson. Hmm, thought you would be dead by now. Bummer." He said and looked back at his hand.

I sighed, annoyed, he had to get my name wrong. I turned to Chiron.

"Chiron, there's a problem."

"Yay!" said Dionysus.

We ignored him and Chiron said, "What kind of problem?"

"Annabeth's sick."

"Oh no!" Mr.D said, obviously being sarcastic.

I almost slapped him across the face. My hand was trembling. He looked and chuckled.

"Percy" Chiron said. "Annabeth never gets sick. Take me to her. When did it happen?"

"She was fine earlier, but got sick, like pale, throwing up, fainting sick only an hour ago."

"This sounds pretty serious. Take me to her."

I nodded and took of again.

"It's worse than you said", Chiron said.

I nodded again. I was doing that a lot today.

I was standing by Annabeth's bed, holding her hand as she screamed in pain. I didn't know why she was like that, but she was asleep.

Chiron had taken a blood test. Now he was checking it over, seeing if he could find anything. I touched her face, wondering how someone so beautiful could be so sick: it was ugly.

"Holy Gods! Miss Athena! Oh, Tartarus!" he swore.

I left her side to go see what was wrong. I didn't see anything.

"What?'

"Percy! How-?" He stopped and looked at me for a second. "Look over here." He pointed to the side of the needle. Where his finger was, there was a greenish dust in her blood. I squinted then gasped.

"Holy Shi..."

Chiron cut me off. "I know. I'm sorry."

"You can't seriously be telling me there's nothing we can do? We can hunt down the person who sent all the monsters out of Tartarus. He's responsible for this," I pointed to Annabeth.

"How do you know it was one of those?"

"I don't know, but obviously you're not going to do anything."

I picked up Riptide where I had placed it when I was helping move Annabeth's bed near the bathroom, and stormed out of the room.

I couldn't believe it. She had been bitten, and according to the green dust, by a stupid, shitty monster.