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I drove towards the East river going as fast as possible, 160 miles per hour. It never occurred to me that I should be more careful, drive slower, since I didn't even have my license. I couldn't even think. All I knew was that Annabeth was in trouble, in danger, and she needed me to be there right now. What had she said? Off Broadway and 33rd. I drove towards the area she'd said. And when I saw her, I almost passed out.

The right side of Annabeth's body was bloody, broken and mangled in a horrible way. She was completely surrounded by remains of a taxi, but the driver was nowhere to be seen. I ran towards her, trying my best to avoid pieces of the smoking car, but I still got cut and burned every once in a while.

When I finally got to her, I hunched over her, trying to feel for a pulse. The relief it gave me when I felt it was unimaginable. It was faint, but it was there. I needed to get her ambrosia. I grabbed the baggie in my pocket and fed her a square…another one… another. This time the bleeding stopped, and her eyes fluttered open.

She was trying to say something, but she was still so weak. All she could do was frame the words. I tried my best to soothe her. "Hey Annabeth, it's okay, you're okay, see…" my voice trailed off as she tilted her head slightly and saw the blood under her neck. "Okay, so maybe not okay, but you know me, I'm a Seaweed Brain. We need to get you to a hospital right now. Did you hit your neck or something when—all this happened?"

Annabeth shook her head the slightest bit. I picked her up, bridal style, and carried her to my car. I have no idea how I managed to open the back door at the same time, but I did. Then I drove, again like a madman, to Providence Park hospital. I screeched to a stop in the ER parking lot, and carried her again through the double doors.

Inside, a parade of people instantly came to attention, snapping orders. They asked me a few questions. I told them I was her best friend, she was in an accident, all that. When they asked me what happened, all I could tell them was, "I wasn't there, I was driving by, I just saw her."

The doctors, nurses, whatever, took her down to a room, and the only thing they told me was—"This is a critical case. We don't know what will happen. There may be a need to operate. There is a fifty percent chance that she'll live."

There is a fifty percent chance that she'll live.

I couldn't believe it. NO! Not Annabeth, not her! She didn't deserve this, all this uncertainty. Annabeth deserved a long life, a happy one. Not this danger, not this pain, not any of this. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe. Nothing. I just got in the car and drove to the Oceanside. I had no idea how long I just sat there, staring at the ocean. The only place I could think clearly.

Finally, I came to my senses. I drove back to the hospital and called my mother, Dr. Chase, Camp Half-Blood. Within a half-hour, mom, the Chases, and Chiron were all there.

"Oh honey! Oh! How—where is she?" My mom found me first, and rushed to hug me. I just stood there numbly. I guess I was going into shock. The Chases followed her and asked me the same thing.

"Where is Annabeth? How is she? What happened?" Dr. Chase was frantic. At least he could do something. I wasn't even sure I could talk… but I did, hollowly repeating the doctor's words.

"They said that it's a critical case. They don't know what will happen. They might have to operate." I heard someone's sharp intake of breath and felt a pang of something…sympathy? I hadn't said the worst thing yet. "She—Annabeth has a fifty percent chance of—" my voice broke, but I continued. "Of living."

"Oh my gods…" I hadn't seen Chiron arrive, but there he was, along with a few of Annabeth's siblings.

We all sat in the waiting room for hours, nobody moving an inch.

***

For once, my battlefield reflexes did not get in my way. Just sitting there would have driven me insane normally, but now I couldn't move—at least until the doctor who had taken charge of Annabeth came by.

"Mr. Jackson?" I stood up. "Have you contacted Ms. Chase's family?" I nodded, and pointed out the Chases.

"How is she?" My own voice surprised me. I wasn't…whatever. "Where is she? Can we see her?"

The doctor looked tired and ran a hand through his pale blond hair. "Well, for now she's in a stable condition. The blood loss she has suffered has left her almost completely drained. Since we were able to stop the blood flow, we do no need to operate at the current time. Right now she is in room 818. As to seeing her, you may visit her for a short time."

Someone made a strangled gulp kind of sound, and after a second, I realized it was me. "So she's conscious?" I was unable to keep excitement out of my voice.

"Yes, she is now. However, until a short time ago, she was in a delirium, crying out repeatedly for you, Mr. Jackson, and a 'Seaweed Brain.'

"That's him," Dr. Chase said, giving me a strange look. "She calls him 'seaweed brain' as a nickname."

"Well, you can see her for a short time as I said, but please, don't crowd her." After speaking quietly with the Chases for a short time, he left.

"Percy, you should go see her, seen as she asked for you." I noticed that Chiron was looking at me oddly, too. Weird.

I walked down the stainless steel hall, noting the faint smell of medicine in the air. Disgusting, but I guess slightly calming in another way. Don't worry; I'm not gonna become a druggie.

I stopped in front of the door to room 818.

***

As soon as I stepped inside, my eyes flew to the blond haired girl in the bed. Annabeth turned her head a bit to look at me, and asked, "Percy?" I walked over to the bed quickly, and answered.

"Annabeth? Oh my Gods! Wha… Don't ever do that again! I swear, Annabeth, your entire family is here. And Chiron, and Malcolm, and a few of your other siblings…"

She lifted her hand and placed it on mine. "How did I get here? I remember calling you, and then… everything went black. When I came to, that doctor, Dr. Heale, he said you brought me here. I didn't say anything, I couldn't. I guess I was too weak. So explain."

"Well, Annabeth," I began. "You called me, right, and told me where you were. I drove there, and saw you, surrounded by pieces of taxi. I got you to the hospital. I'm kind of surprised that you don't remember, though, because you were still conscious when I found you."

"What? How did you get me here? You called 911? And I… I was conscious? Then why don't I remember? I don't even remember why I'm hurt. I guess it's from the blood loss?" She didn't sound too sure, and she was starting to breathe harder. This was taking too much of her energy.

"Shh, Annabeth, don't think so much. And no, I didn't call 911. I carried you to my car, mom's car, actually, and then drove here, but I don't see why that's so important. And we can figure out the rest later. Get some rest."

"Okay," she breathed, and closed her eyes. It really wasn't like her to give in without a fight; she must have been really tired. I sat on the chair by her bed. No way was I going to leave, no matter what some Dr. Heale said. I settled in, thanking Olympus. She's safe. Thank you.

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