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I woke up at around nine-thirty in the morning. We're going to escape today I told myself as I sat up. I made my way to the bedroom to check on my friends, I smiled when I noticed Megan hugging Jackson in her sleep. The whole 'Demigod' thing had shocked everyone, but Megan definitely took it the worst, not that I couldn't blame her or anything. I walked back into the main room and found Travis and Connor talking. I saw Travis and I immediately thought of last night, did he really kiss me? I felt myself turning red at the thought.
"Hey Katie," Connor called. "Are the rest of them still sleeping? I saw you go into the master bedroom."
"Yeah everyone's still sleeping; I say we give them about a half an hour, then we can wake them up."
"That sounds good."
"Connor, would you mind giving Travis and I a minute? There's something I need to talk to him about," and by the way Travis wouldn't meet my eyes, he knew exactly what I wanted to talk to him about.
"Sure," then, he winked. "But if you're planning a surprise party, I hate chocolate cake." He walked out of the room and I rolled my eyes.
"Hey, Travis," I tentatively said. "We need to talk."
"I'm sorry about last night. I shouldn't have, you know, kissed you. Maybe we should just forget about it and focus on getting out of here. I know you're probably mad at me and if you want…" He started to ramble nervously, so I quickly pecked him on the lips to shut him up.
"Travis I'm not mad at you."
"You're not? I mean you're always mad at me." I punched him lightly on the arm; leave it to a Stoll to make a joke out of this.
"Well this time I'm not, not right now anyway."
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The seven of us were gathered around a table downstairs eating sunflower seeds (courtesy of yours truly), and talking about what how to get out of the restaurant.
"We've tried all of the exits, they're all coated in that same sheet of ice. Judging by the way the Hydrangeas froze on contact, or the way Mr. frozen has stayed, well, frozen for at least two days, we can assume that we can't get out using any of them. Now, we can either try to wait until somebody comes and saves us, or we could try to break through the walls."
"Wait! Katie, I just thought of something. When you poked the ice in the kitchen with your sword it melted, that's how we made the Iris Message. What happens if you try the door?"
"Travis that's a great idea," I said. "Why didn't I think of that?" I walked over towards the door and unclasped my necklace. I took the sword and ran it along the frame of the door. Immediately the ice covering the whole of the door melted. I turned back towards the rest of my friends and called:
"We're out!" They got out of the booth and ran over towards me. I pushed the door open with my sword and immediately my excitement vanished. Standing outside of the door were three hellhounds.
"Get back," Travis yelled. I ran at the nearest hellhound and started slashing, dodging and ducking not paying attention to anything but that slobbering hellhound in front of me. Thanks to training sessions with Percy and Mrs. O'Leary, a hellhound was one of the monsters I was best at defeating. I trapped all of its legs (arms? I don't know what the anatomically correct name for the limbs of a hellhound is) with vines, ran underneath it's stomach and stabbed up. I turned back around and saw Travis lying on the floor. I ran over. Through the fabric of his button-down shirt and down jacket I could see blood coming from his shoulder.
"Travis, Connor, what happened?"
"Something happened while I was fighting one of the hellhounds. I thought I saw someone over there, and I got distracted," Connor told me. "If Travis hadn't stepped in and pushed me out of the way, I probably wouldn't be here to tell the tale."
"Well somebody needs to do something about his arm," Jackson yelled.
"Katie you did a rotation in the hospital wing of Camp Half-Blood with the Apollo kids. Is there anything that you can do?" Connor asked. I could feel everyone staring at me, well everyone except Travis; he was out cold.
"I don't know, maybe. We have to get his shirt and jacket off so I can assess the damage." Connor wasted no time in undoing the buttons and just ripped off the shirt and jacket. Despite the situation, I couldn't help being distracted when I saw his stomach. He had a six-pack, and I felt myself blush. I'd seen boys with their shirts off before, I'd even seen him with his shirt off before, but for some reason it was different this time. I looked up at his shoulder, there were a deep gashes that ran down the top portion of his arm, deeper at the shoulder and getting less so as they drifted down to his elbow. I pressed the fabric of his shirt down against the cut to slow the flow of blood and dribbled some nectar from my "Just in case" thermos (the Hecate cabin enchanted it to fit inside my wallet.) into his mouth.
"He should wake up sometime before tomorrow," I told them. "In the meantime we should try and get back to the hotel and pack up. Then we can go to camp."
*Sigh* there are only a few more chapters left in this story .
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