Sad
A tear dropped down Percy's cheek.
"Annabeth?" he whispered, but there was no reply. Her lifeless face just stared back at him, unmoving.
"Annabeth!"
"Wise Girl?" he said softly.
On the hospital bed, she didn't respond. The IV dripped, making the only noise in the room.
"Please talk to me, Annabeth," Percy pleaded, his vision clouding with tears.
She lay still.
Percy sank down to the floor. It was all his fault that she was here. One minute the truck was across the street, the next minute it was on top of their car.
Percy could have swerved. He should have swerved. Instead, Annabeth was almost dead.
"I'm sorry, Annabeth."
Suddenly, all the machines around her started to beep. A nurse came rushing in, and Percy was pushed out of the way.
He sat in a chair in the corner of the room, watching and wiping away his tears as Annabeth was being taken care of.
A nurse approached him.
"Percy, we don't think she's going to make it. Is there anything you'd like to say to her before she goes?"
Percy walked slowly towards the bed. He knelt down next to her head and kissed her forehead gently.
"Annabeth Chase. Such a beautiful name. I remember you saying it was because your father didn't care about you, you saying it was because he just slapped two names together and left it at that."
"But I love your name. I love everything about you, actually. Your hair, your eyes, your lips."
Percy tenderly brushed a strand of hair out of her face before continuing.
"I love you, Annabeth. And I don't know if I'm ready to yet, but I love you enough to let you go."
Then, Percy backed away.
The heart monitor slowed to a halt.
She was gone.