I'm sorry for not updating as frequently as I'd like, I've had writer's block for EVERYTHING, and it's driving me crazy :P
Frank
Frank watched as Percy fell from his seat covered in blood. His immediate reaction was to think Percy dead. But after spending a couple months with Percy, his attitude rubbed off on Frank. He leaped off the bed, and yanked Percy up and off the ground with the help of Jason.
Oh, gods, we just got Seri here, now this?
They propped him up on another bed. Frank's ears felt clogged, his hearing fuzzy. Percy Jackson, the boy who saved him from those Medusa sisters, the boy who killed Kronos, the boy who was sharing the number one spot with Jason as his role model, was sitting there, knocked out, with blood on his side and smeared on his face.
His hearing returned, to be pierced with a choked scream. He spun around and saw Annabeth fighting the bonds of Nico, Piper, and Reyna, tears streaming down her face. He also saw Leo scrambling around the cabinets.
"Here," Leo shoved a vial filled with an orange liquid in Frank's hands. Nectar. "Force-feed it to him," Leo said, unnaturally calm. "He needs it. He's lost a lot of blood."
"Wha-I don't know how to do that." Frank stuttered, feeling the pressure of the moment.
"Here, give it." Leo grabbed the case. He pinched Percy's nose, loosened Percy's jaw, and carefully dripped the insubstantial amount of liquid under Percy's tongue. Then, still pinching Percy's nose, he clamped Percy's mouth shut, poking Percy's Adam apple. Percy's gag reflex kicked in and he swallowed.
They watched intently. A minute passed.
Two.
Five.
Then Percy started coughing uncontrollably. It passed.
"Whoa, what happened? Why am I soaked in blood?"
Annabeth broke.
"YOU IDIOT! YOU FREAKING SLICED YOUR HIP GRABBING MY BACKPACK AND…you're such a moron, Seaweed Brain, don't ever do that again." Annabeth's voice died off and she started sobbing into Piper's shoulder.
A look of confusion blossomed on Percy's face, then it dawned on comprehension.
"No, I know it. When Octavian came, and I knocked over the table, I cut it then. Then I opened the scab on the stupid table."
"No difference," Annabeth glared at Percy as if he had committed a heinous crime.
"Anyways," Percy placed a comforting hand on Annabeth's. "War games are soon, in about an hour. How about that?"
"Are you sure you're fine with that hip?" Frank asked.
"Yeah," Percy replied, sliding out of the bed. He stumbled a bit, taking off his shirt, which was caked with dried blood. There was a wide scab, brown and disgusting, the skin around it red and inflamed. "Here, Frank, can you get me some water? Like, a lot?"
Frank sped to the sink, grabbing an empty gallon milk jug and filling it with filtered water.
"Thanks," Percy took the carton with both hands, his strength not having fully returned. "See? Better," He showed Annabeth the scab that had faded into a prominent scar. She snorted. "Let's continue."
Sorry, it's super short and everything, I know, I feel horrible about it. The next chapter will be about the war games!