HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY PPL OF FANFICTION :D I has been a PAINFULLY long time since my last update and I re-FUDGER! NOT A POWER OUTAGE NOW DX I WAS JUST ABOUT TO UPDATE SHITBUISCUTS DX

Current Time: 5:53 pm

*SIGH* WHY OUT OF ALL TIMES WHY NOW DX Sorry for yet ANOTHER DELAY GUYS. I have no clue when the power will come back on grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr DX I'm trying really hard not to swear right now ARGE!

...SOMETIME LATER...

*BAZAP!* :O YESSSSSSSSSSSS POWER IS BACK ON! XD

Current Time: 7:13 pm

FINALLY. :D

I was blinded by the light that poured into the wreck after the car was removed. Freed from the crushing weight, I breathed in grateful that I could finally manage to get oxygen into my system.

"That's right, breath. In, out, in, out," the paramedic told me.

Still in shock, I felt nothing as he gently rolled my body over onto my back. He showed no sign of concern, though I knew there was a lot of be concerned about. I had no doubts that there was glass in my chest and broken or fractured bones in my body. I continued to breathe as normally as I could, though I could hear myself wheezing louder and louder with every breath.

The man proceeded to check my heart and lungs with his stethoscope which was cold against my skin. I coughed a bit and the same disgusting iron taste of blood filled my mouth but it didn't pour out this time. It simply teased me and reminded me of the frightening feeling of drowning.

"You definitely took quite a tumble but my friends and I will get you patched up, alright?" he said, trying to keep an optimistic tone.

I nodded and rested my hand on my torso, feeling the warm, sticky feeling of my own blood. I glanced around to see that it was everywhere, on the ceiling of the bus, the ground, the car and on the paramedic's gloves. It continued to seep through my clothes to add onto the puddle that was pooling around me.

I heard running footsteps and a shadow fell upon me, "Percy!" I heard Annabeth cry.

"Get her out of here," I heard the paramedic say, "I need a stretcher!"

I listened to Annabeth struggle against the people that restrained her and the rushing footsteps of more paramedics. The stretcher was shoved up next to me, and someone grabbed my legs as the paramedic inside the wreck with me gripped my shoulders. Together the two of them heaved me onto the stretcher and I was lifted out of the wreckage.

I could hear the gasps of the people who had gotten out of their cars to survey the accident as the two paramedics brought me out of the destroyed bus. They gawked and pointed at me, and I groaned. I hated the attention. I could hear them ask about my condition and it was at this moment that I wished I was invisible.

"It's ok, we're almost at the ambulance," the paramedic told me, I looked up at his face and I saw him smile kindly.

"Are my friends o-ok?" I asked.

"They're fine, Jason's leg is in a cast and your friend Annabeth has all her cuts stitched up. You're the one we have to worry about."

I coughed just as they lifted me into the ambulance and the rest was a blur. There were people shoving tubes into my body, injecting me with drugs, and someone placed an oxygen mask on my face. There were bandages layered over my torso to slow the bleeding and I felt exhaustion take a hold of me as my eyes started to droop.

I turned to see that the same man that had entered the bus to save me was in the same ambulance. He saw me looking at him and smiled at me.

"I'm Charlie by the way," he said.

I nodded weakly, knowing that if I tried to speak nothing would come out but I tried anyway and managed a breathy "Thank you."

"You're friends are in the ambulance behind us so don't worry," Charlie told me.

I relaxed; glad to know that Annabeth and Jason were alright, "You can stop lying to me now," I told him, "I know it's worse than you're trying to make it seem."

He stared at me, taken aback from what I'd said. It was true though, I'd gone through much worse than this "tumble" and I wasn't going to let anyone convince me that it was just a scratch.

Charlie sighed, "It is pretty bad kid. I'm surprised you can even talk right now."

"I've been through w-worse," I told him.

"Oh really now? Like what?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow.

I shook my head, "It's too hard to explain."

I was vaguely aware of the tingling that I felt in my fingertips. The shock was wearing off and I could feel the sting of glass in my chest. My voice became thick from the pain that throbbed in my body.

I groaned, "Oww..."

Vertigo swept over me as the ambulance swerved through traffic. Thankfully I was strapped into the stretcher and I didn't fall off. I coughed and spluttered as more blood rushed into my mouth. Charlie wiped it away with a cloth, "Almost there, just hold on..."

I rasped as I struggled to catch my breath. The sudden coughing fit exhausted my lungs and it felt like I had the crushing weight on top of me again. Suddenly the whole ambulance lurched forwards as we came to a halt. The doors were thrown open and I saw three doctors swarm over me as they announced my current status.

"Car crash victim, male, age eighteen, suffers from several broken bones and internal bleeding-" one of them read off a clipboard. He was a man, tall and around thirty. He had blond hair and was oddly familiar, like an older version of someone I knew.

"Name?" another asked, interrupting him.

"We've only got a first name, Percy. He's got a pretty bad concussion, and glass imbedded in his chest," he continued.

I kept looking back and forth between them all which made my head spin and the movement of the stretcher added to the vertigo.

"It's alright, be still," one of them said. I looked up at her and she smiled sympathetically back at me, "You're awful quiet for someone went through so much," she observed.

"Nicky," her friend said, elbowing her, "You don't say that. Don't mind her she's new here," she explained.

"I'm just saying Sarah..." Nicky said, shrugging her shoulders.

I tried to speak but when I breathed in, a stabbing pain in my chest made my breath catch in my throat and I let out a quiet scream.

"No time for the ER, he needs an operating room NOW," the man said.

They quickened their pace and we entered a dimly lit room. A bright light attacked my eyes and I tried to shield them with my hands, but someone with a masked face pulled them away and turned the light so it wasn't shining in my face.

"It's alright Percy, I'll get you fixed up soon," I recognised the voice from the blond man I saw earlier.

I looked over to see an assistant inject a tube that was running into my arm with some sort of milky liquid. Another put a mask on my face, "Breathe deeply," she told me.

I did do and looked into the man's eyes. I swore I knew him from somewhere.

"Apollo?" I asked, my vision was starting to get blurry and his face went out of focus.

"It's ok Percy Jackson..."

And all went dark.

WELL THERE YOU HAVE IT. I have no clue when my next update will be. I got lucky today since I had a snow day at school :D But I have exams coming up next week so it might be a while until my next update unfortunately :( HOPFULLY this will satisfy you all for the moment... I spent the entire day struggling with this chapter instead of doing homework... BAD BAD BAD KAT. It's not my best chapter... and I'm not really happy with it but it'll have to do :P

SWEET NIGHTMARES, and memento mori...

Dunno what it means? Look it up.