I woke up hearing someone screaming. Then I realized that someone was me, and I finally felt the horrible pain in my arm where the cheerleader monster bit me. I looked at it, but my arm looked fine, with no blood or even bite marks. I then realized that all the Apollo campers were awake, standing near my bed, looking at me like I was insane. I couldn't blame them.
A tall boy with the standard Apollo kid looks finally spoke up, saying, "Uh, are you okey?"
I could barley talk the pain was so bad, but I managed to stutter, "Mon-monster...bit me...in dream...pai-pain still their."
"A monster bit you in a dream? That doesn't make any sense. Monsters can't sense people in dreams. Someone get Chiron," he said.
"I'll do it," Jeanette said.
After what seemed like years, Chiron returned with a tall, tan boy with raven-black hair and sea green eyes. They were both still wearing their PJ's. It dawned on me that the boy must be the Hero of Olympus himself, Percy Jackson.
They both walked over to me. Chiron gently said, "Okey dear, can you explain what happened?"
By now I had to fight to stay awake, but I slowly told them what I had told the rest of the cabin.
"Oh, no, this is bad," Percy mumbled to himself, but I could still hear him. "Did the monster have, uh, hair made out of fire, white skin, and mismatched legs?"
"Yeah, i-it did."
He didn't say anything, but I could see the worry in his eyes. Then he started talking to Chiron and the tall Apollo kid, saying words I couldn't make out. Percy then ran off. Then Chiron left. Part of me worried if they couldn't cure me or didn't care, but I knew that was ridiculous.
The tall Apollo kid finally said, "Hi. My name is Will. I'm the head counselor for the Apollo Cabin. You seem like a tough kid, so I'm not gonna sugarcoat this: You were bitten by a monster called an empousa. And empousa bites, even if they're really small, can kill. Now a situation like this has never happened before, where the empousa had bit someone in a dream, but judging by you screams, its not good. The weird part is that you can't see it on your skin, so we don't know if you're just imagining the pain or not. We can't give you ambrosia or nectar, the food or drink of the gods, because if you are just imagining it, you will probably burn up. Percy went to the Hecate cabin to get a healing potion, which probably won't kill you if the wound isn't real. But there are many ways this could go wrong."
He let that sink in.
I was about to pass out when Percy returned with the potion. Shawn was there too, which was comforting. He trickled it into my mouth. It tasted disgusting, but I figured it was better than dying. The last thing I heard before I slipped into unconsciousness was Shawn saying, "I hope this works."
So did I.