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The first thing I saw when I woke up was Annabeth smirking at me. "You drool in your sleep," she said.

"Why, thanks, Wise Girl. I know, since you told me, 4 years ago, when we talked for the first time I was conscious. And I don't even get a good morning? Gods, you are so ungrateful!"

"What do I need to be grateful for?" She looked puzzled, like I had just told her a riddle she couldn't understand.

"Annabeth? Don't you remember? Last night you were in an accident. You called me, and I managed to get you here, to the hospital. You were even conscious, and we talked a little last night."

"I don't—don't remember any of this. Wait, you said last night. How long have you been here? An accident?What happened? And my dad? Chiron? All I remember was that I was going to your place…"

I was going to answer, but just then the doctor walked in. "Good morning, Ms. Chase! And Mr. Jackson… were you here overnight? That's not allowed." Jeez, this Dr. Heale was getting on my nerves.

"I wasn't going to leave her here. Annabeth is my best friend." He nodded like he understood.

"Now, Ms. Chase—" Annabeth cut in.

"Please, call me Annabeth. And call him Percy!" She added with a glare at me. I shot her a look that said 'hey!' Her glare intensified.

"All right, Annabeth. Now do you remember anything about your accident?" She shook her head sadly. "Well, that's quite common in a case like yours, with blood loss—"

She cut the doctor off again. "But Dr. Heale, I don't remember last night either. That's not normal, is it?"

He looked shocked. "You don't remember anything? Oh dear, this is one of my worst fears… well, I need your family, that Mr. Brunner, and of course, you, Mr. Ja—Percy. We need to talk immediately."

"I'll get them," I volunteered, then ran off to find them. I didn't like the look on Dr. Cullen's face too much.

Within 15 minutes, Dr. Chase, Chiron, Nico and Grover were all in 818, along with Annabeth, Heale, and me. Immediately Dr. Chase asked Heale, "Well, Dr. Heale, did you need us for something?"

Dr. Heale looked a little nervous. "Please, call me Will. First off, I must tell you all… I know about the Greek gods."

Everyone in the room sent off a 'WHAT!' vibe.

"In fact," he continued, "I have reason to believe that I may be a son of Apollo, so kind of related to you, Annabeth, Percy, and Nico."

Once William—Will-- got everything explained—very messy—Dr. Chase asked, "All right, but what's wrong with Annabeth?"

Will sucked in his breath. "I suspect that Annabeth has a very rare disease, spread through a type of poison, called Etgroftnig. It is a disease in which the victim starts to forget, similar to Alzheimer's. The difference is that her memory will move backward. Meaning today Annabeth may remember events up till 9/18. Tomorrow, she might remember only till 9/15, and so on."

"What! No! There's got to be a way to save her! We have to do something!" My voice was out of control, and Annabeth looked horrified.

"I have had only 11 patients with this disease in my 366 years. As I said, it is very rare. However, there is one cure: Vuretole."

He pronounced it vuh-reh-tuh-lee. "What is Vuretole?" I asked.

"Nobody knows. All I can say is that you must go to the west coast of America."

"Alright then, I'm going on a quest 'from the sea to shining sea,' and Grover, and Annabeth…?"

"Yes, of course," Annabeth said. Grover nodded.

Chiron protested, "My boy, Annabeth is weak—"

"Chiron, I can't stay behind. This is Percy's quest, but it for me, for my cure, and I must come along. I can't forgive myself if I'm not there and something happens to either Percy or Grover." Annabeth's voice was quiet, but firm.

Chiron nodded. "Fine then, if you insist. Percy, you must get a quest from the Oracle first."

"I'll shadow travel you there," volunteered Nico. He laid a hand on my shoulder and muttered an incantation in Ancient Greek- and suddenly I was in the Big House attic. I looked to the right, and there was Nico. "I'll be downstairs," he said, and he ran down the trap door entrance.

In a second I heard him scream in terror and Dionysus swear at him in Greek. Something about toilet paper… I got a mental picture that would leave me mentally scarred for the rest of my life…

I turned to the Oracle. "What must I do to save Annabeth?"

***

As the last time I'd been given a prophecy, the green mist surrounded me. And again, like last time, I saw an image -- but this time it was of Thalia, Calypso, Rachel, and…Annabeth.

Thalia spoke first, in the Oracle's raspy voice. "You shall unveil the memories of past,"

Calypso spoke then. "Only loyalty shall last."

Rachel now spoke. "The choice of the worlds will you make."

Annabeth- "And only one can you take."

I knew from experience that it wouldn't do me any good to question the Oracle. I simply watched as the green mist withdrew.

When I walked back downstairs, I saw Nico sitting in a chair. Dionysus was nowhere to be seen. Nico looked up and noticed me.

"Ready to go?" he questioned. I nodded. He touched my shoulder and in a second we were back in Providence hospital, room 818.

As soon as we, um, materialized, Chiron asked me, "What happened? Did you get the prophecy?"

I nodded and said, "Yes, it went like this—" and I recited the prophecy. Prophecies aren't always literal, and there was nothing too disturbing in this one, so I told them the whole thing. I didn't mention the vision, though, it was a little freaky seeing four, um, friends, I guess, like that.

Chiron nodded. "Alright, Percy. With a little ambrosia and nectar, all of Annabeth's wounds have been healed. You, Grover, and Annabeth will start your quest tomorrow. Now get a good night of sleep, you'll need it."

I was going to reply, but just then Dr. Heale interrupted. "He can sleep here at the hospital—there's a little room off of room 818 for visiting family… or friends." He led me down another hallway to a tiny but comfortable room. "Here we are."

I nodded and thanked him. He was about to leave, but hen stopped. "Percy, I haven't told you all everything I know about this disease." I didn't need to ask what disease he was talking about. "She has only 11 days. 11 days, 11 hours, and 11 minutes before she loses her memory permanently. In 11 days, 10 hours, and 11 minutes, she will collapse into a comatose state. But she will say one thing before that—the most important thing in her life—her identity. The one thing she will name will be the key to finding Vuretole. Once she sinks into this comatose state, you will have one hour. One hour before she will succumb to the disease completely. Once your hour is up, she will be beyond help of any power—god, titan, or even Ouranos. One hour is all the time you have."

I was pretty much as terrified as I could get. One hour… it was such a small amount of time. Would it be enough to save Annabeth?

"Don't tell any of them," he continued. "It will only cause them more pain and it might reduce the pitiful amount of energy she has to begin with."

I nodded, and he gave me a weak smile. "Now get some sleep. Like Chiron said, tomorrow, you'll need it."

So, did you like it? I had a lot of people write in saying they loved my story, and that made me feel guilty for being such a terrible updater. FYI, I'll try to update on weekends. Now, I realize that if I update Sunday night, it won't necessarily be Sunday night for all of you. All I can say is—Story Alert! *shameless adverting*

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