Jack ran, wanting to scream as loud as he could. Adreneline pumped through his veins, tears tried their best to blur his vision. He had to run. He couldn't stop. If did stop he would die. His legs were like rubber but they kept going forward, he literally couldn't stop.
The beast behind him roared angrily, charging forward. It was the weirdest thing that Jack had ever seen; front half of a horse and back half of a rooster.
I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming. Seriously. This is a dream. Nothing can really hurt me, right...? And with that he slowed, and turned around.
It whinnied furiously and reared up, stomped on his already bruised arm. He heard a crack, and blood spewed from the wound. A pained yell came from his parched throat, echoing through the woods. He tried to get up but couldn't: his freaking arm. It was like it was on fire, pain ripping and searing and taking his vision away. Usually he would have been embarassed because of his "girliness", but the tears just wouldn't stop flowing. Again and again it crushed his arm, almost smirking while it did so. Jack's visioin started to fade away when someone came up from behind him and slay the beast.
The girl was hefty, with dark hair. She looked like a blob of bronze and black through jack's hazy vision. His arm pulsed harder and harder every second as the blood spilled onto the terrain. He had never been in so much pain his entire life.
The blob took something bronze-colored from her head and leaned down towards Jack. "Aw, shit..." she mumbled. "Bea, go get the healers! Or Annabeth! I don't think I should just carry him like this!" she paused, glaring at whatever -or whoever- she was yelling at. "Come on, it's just some blood, get your ass movin'!"
Jack heard some grass wrestling and heavy feet pounding, heading towards some camp most likely. Not that he could actually think clear thoughts like these, the pain was much too intense. He hadn't even noticed that his ribs had gotten crushed.