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Annabeth opened her eyes, looking around. Her head pounded and her body felt weak. She pushed the bag of ice off of her forehead and sat up. She was on some expensive looking white leather couch with a blanket draped over her in an equally expensive looking room.

Percy sat in an arm-chair across from her, biting his lip. His eyes were dark, and the bags under his eyes indicated he didn't sleep in a long time. Several take-out containers littered the floor around him, making her wonder how long he'd sat there. When he realized she was awake, he blinked and smiled. "Hey. You've been out for a while. I was starting to get worried."

"Why didn't you bring me to the hospital?" she asked, pushing off the couch. Her throat was dry, and when she talked, it came out as a scratchy rasp. Percy stood up."Take it easy, Annabeth. You hit your head kinda hard." he easily evaded her question.

"So if I was hurt, why didn't you bring me to the hospital?" she challenged, crossing her arms stubbornly.

"It was only temporary fatigue, Annabeth. And, it was rush hour. I'm sure everyone would be breathing down your neck to see if you were okay. You'd be in the headlines for the next week or two." He sat next to her. Studying his demeanor, she came to the conclusion he was keeping something from her.

"Don't act like you were doing me a favor. What's the real reason you didn't bring me? You didn't want to be seen with me?" She was growing more irate by the second. She didn't understand why, though.

"What? No. Why are you getting mad, Annabeth? I was just trying to help." He put a hand on her arm. She recoiled, moving as far away from him as possible. She didn't want him touching her. She was being irrational, she knew that, but something about him was bothering her.

"Bullshit! I didn't ask for your help. What is the real reason you didn't bring me to the hospital?"

"Annabeth, don't give me that 'I don't need help' crap. I know you. If I brought you to the hospital you'd be giving me the third degree for month. And don't even say you wouldn't. You would have said that I thought you were some defenseless girl that always need help. Well guess what? I don't. You can handle your own problems. I don't even know why I helped in the first place." he snapped, his eyes narrowing dangerously.

Annabeth stayed silent, pulling her legs on the couch and crossing them. Percy sighed. "Look, I didn't bring you here to argue."

"I know you're trying to help, Percy. You're always...trying. So...thanks, I guess." She really was being ungrateful. The situation could have been way worse. Without thinking, she rushed forward and hugged him. Percy blinked. "Annabeth?"

She buried her face in the crook of his neck. "I...I'm glad you're back in my life."

PERCY'S POV

Well, for starters, he thought Annabeth was dead.

Seriously. His heart literally stopped when he saw her hit her head on the ground and her eyes roll to the back of her head. Ganymede had helped him bring her to a room upstairs. And then he had seen the blood. It was probably just a small puddle, but in his head it was a steadily growing river of red.

In all honesty, that had to be the worst night of his life. He thought she would have died. What would he do without her? She was his world. Those years they were apart were hell for him.

Percy buried his face in his hands. Since when did he quote teeny-bopper romance novels? What the hell? Since when did he read romance novels?

"Percy, relax. She's gong to be fine. I called a friend. He should be here soon." Ganymede said. Percy looked up from his hands. They had made a makeshift bed for Annabeth out of a table and a few old blankets. Her hair was turning darker red by the minute.

When his friend came- who claimed he was trained in medics- they were shooed out of the room. The guy had told them that she might have split the side of her head on a rusty nail. That didn't make Percy feel any better.

Percy sat on the floor across the hall, staring at the door as if expecting Annabeth would come out soon, feeling better.

"You really love her, don't you?"

Percy blinked. "What? No. I- we're not..." he sighed. "It's complicated." Ganymede laughed. "I can see that. She's obviously trying to compress feelings herself. Why not just go for it?"

"I can't just go for it because she- wait, what? Annabeth doesn't like me." He couldn't allow himself to think like that. He was the one that ended things between them. He was sure Annabeth hated him, which explained her changing moods. He couldn't get false hope. It would just crush him. Like what he did to Annabeth.

"You're right. She loves you. Did something happen between you two?"

He avoided Ganymede's light eyes. Ganymede studied him carefully. "So something did happen. Let me guess: you were being an asshole, broke her heart, now you regret what you did and think she hates you?"

Percy's mouth opened in shock. "Wha-how did you know?"

Ganymede laughed. "Please. I know desire when I see it. And you two have so much sexual tension you might as well be eye-raping her." Percy's face flushed. "This is not a time to be talking about my love life. My love life might be non-existent right now."

The bartender punched him playfully. "Now you and I both know that isn't true. Don't you have a girlfriend?"

Percy buried his face in his arms, groaning. "She's not my...we don't- ugh. Kelli is just for show. She is not and never will be my girlfriend. She's a total bitch. We both agreed to 'date' each other for publicity. Nothing more."

Ganymede smirked. "That's not what she's telling the press."

"She thinks- wait, why am I telling you this? You're a bartender."

Ganymede pretended to be offended. "And are you not a regular here? I thought we were friends, Percy. Did you know that bartender are unlicensed therapists? Even if customers are usually drunk, that doesn't stop them from venting, does it? You can tell me anything. Bartender-customer confidentiality."

Percy smiled. Remembering where he was and what had happened, his smiled slowly faded. "Dude, I appreciate you trying to get my mind of the situation, but I need to know if he's okay."

"If she dies, you should clear your conscience and admit to why you hurt her. If she doesn't die...it's still not a bad idea to tell the truth."

And now, five days later, here he was, still staring a her while she slept. Or, at least, he hoped she was sleeping.

She had to be sleeping. Don't dead people start to smell after a while? He hit himself in the head. Why was he thinking like this? Annabeth is going to wake up.

Several times she had stirred in her sleep, and once or twice she actually did wake up; her confused and panicked grey eyes opened, looked around, but he had soothed her back to sleep.

He stilled when he saw movement across the living room. Annabeth was stirring. He felt like a creeper, staring at her. Every minute of everyday he's been watching her, hoping she'd wake up. Maybe he should move before she woke up and saw him staring at her.

Too late. Before he could move, Annabeth's eyes opened and she looked around, slightly dazed. When she saw him, her eyebrows knitted and she sat up.

"Hey, you've been out for a while. I was starting to get worried." Saying he was worried was a huge understatement. He had to restrain himself from rushing forward and kissing her. Even if he couldn't admit how the days without her were hell, he was still glad she was awake.

Forget what Ganymede said. Annabeth didn't love him. She couldn't. He didn't love her either. No, not in a romantic way. It was a brother-sister type of love. The past days have been hell because he was worried that he'd lose yet another important person in his life. Yeah. In no way did he love Annabeth Chase. He can't love.

'I don't love Annabeth,' he convinced himself.

A/N:

I know I promised a flashback/explanation for Percy's POV, but I decided to just explain things. Next chapter maybe. I hope I did well. I kind of wanted to show both of their point of views for this chapter ( I don't know why) and I also wanted to fill you in on what happened when Annabeth was unconscious.

Annabeth's mad because he know's Percy's keeping the truth from her. Which is kind of why she was getting annoyed with him. And Percy doesn't want to tell her how bad she was really hurt.

Please don't kill me for how I ended that chapter! Everything will be explained. *HINT* look closely at Percy's thoughts at the end. If you get that then you pretty much know why Percy was being such an asshole

I don't really think I have anything else to say, so...keep reading.

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