Guys I am really sorry but I am really sick so this is going to be sucky and all that…
I am too tired and sick to come up with a witty disclaimer but I don't own PJO… This takes place in TLO
I stared at the golden curls cascading around Annabeth's pale, greenish face. Her arm was getting worse by the minute and I knew I should be resting but I woke up, finding that I couldn't fall back to sleep. Worry for Annabeth clouded my mind.
I stroked her cold hand. "I will avenge you," I whispered. "And when we get back to camp I will get up my nerves to tell you how I feel."
I stared at Annabeths face for a couple more minutes. Finally she shifted, eyes fluttering open.
"Percy?" She whispered.
"I'm right here." I murmured.
"Good." She stated. "Don't leave."
"I wont. Don't worry."
And I didn't. I stayed right there.
Oh gods this is so awful idk why I posted this…