It wasn't Artemis.
It couldn't be Artemis, the boy was covered in scrapes, scratched raw, and were ever he wasn't his skin was tan. Not extremely so, but enough as not to be mistaken for Artemis whose pail skin was one of the more prominent features anyone would describe. He had a bit of a dreamy delirious look on his face and there were rings under his eyes as if he hadn't slept in days.
Then again… he did look a bit like Artemis, his hair was black, and he was the right size. Holly hovered above him looking down. He was unconscious, or at least that's what Holly thought until he opened his eyes.
One blue eye and one hazel eye.
"By the gods." Holly gasped. "Foaly?" She whispered into her helmet. "I found him."
Foaly turned in his chair and gave Butler a grin. 'Found him' he mouthed, not trusting himself to speak.
"Ahem." Foaly coughed, waiting for a response from Holly.
"Umm… I'm on my way there?" The sentence had the inflection of a question when it came from Holly's lips. Artemis' eyes were shut now and his lips were moving. Holly leaned it to see if she could pick up what he was saying.
"Complex…" He kept whispering.
Holly shook her head in disbelief. Had she ever expected to see Artemis gibbering nonsense? No, not really, but then again there was a first for everything.
~Three hours Latter – Fowl Manor~
"Do you have any idea what's wrong with him?" The speaker was Holly, she was bent over Foaly's shoulder as he read though file after file on the laptop.
"You said he kept whispering 'Complex' right?" Holly nodded to Foaly's question. "Well, I have a suspicion that that might not just be gibberish, he might know what's wrong with himself even if we don't." Again the nodding, Holly wasn't in a talkative mood.
Artemis was now safely at Fowl Manor. He was laying in his bed, completely unresponsive to anyone or anything. He just kept whispering stings of gibberish, no longer limiting himself to just 'Complex.'
If you would have asked anyone who new Artemis Fowl, the likelihood of a similar scenario to the present happening, a week ago, they probably would have told you 'Hell 'ed freeze over first.' As it was currently, Hell must be having one hell of a blizzard. It seemed that even the great Artemis Fowl wasn't immune to diseases and disorders of the mind. Actually considering his superior intelligence, having dealt with the loss of both parents, and extreme stress and mental pressure at an early age, it's a wonder he hadn't cracked sooner.
Now all his friends had to do was find out what was wrong with him exactly. Foaly insisted they had to have something a bit more specific than, 'Completely Insane.' Holly just wanted something done; her magic hadn't worked at all, not even on Artemis' physical injuries. So, Foaly sat sifting though terabytes of data, Holly was randomly looking though books on the shelf, and Butler waited by standing in the doorway as before, watching.
Holly had just spotted a book on the floor by Artemis' desk. It was face down and open, not neatly like it had been set that way to save a page, but haphazardly as if it had been dropped on the floor. The pages were bent. Holly carefully picked up the book, making sure not to dislodge the bookmark. Flipping it open to the page she saw an article titled "Obsessive Compulsive Disorder" the next page was marked by a dog ear and was titled "Multiple Personality Disorder."
"Hey Foaly, look at this." Holly handed the book to the centaur, pointing out the pages.
"I was right then. Artemis dose know there's something wrong with him. He might even know what." Foaly sighed. "A pity he couldn't just tell us."