Just a random thing I found on my computer. Flames are welcome, I wrote this a couple months ago. I don't own PJO
sorry for not updating spiders btw.
I remember seeing Percy and feeling like shit.
I stared up at the ceiling of the infirmary. I heard mumbled voices, but none of them really stood out. I fell asleep.
"WHAT IN HADES DO YOU MEAN?! WHY DIDN'T YOU IRIS MESSAGE ME? I'M HER FREAKING BOYFRIEND FOR GODS' SAKE!" I awoke to the sound of a very pissed-off angel.
There were more mumbled words. "Well, it would have been nice if you'd at least mentioned it." Words. "I don't care what kind of condition she's in, I'm going in to see her!" The door opened, and there he stood, inky hair and sea-green eyes. Even if he was a little battered and bruised, he was still damn hot.
"Annabeth," he breathed.
"Percy, I'm glad you came," I croaked, smiling through cracked lips and sitting up a little more. He gave me a small smile in return and sat down on the side of my bed. I winced, and he hopped up again, instead pulling up a chair to sit by me.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"I'm fine and dainty, it's just I like hanging out in the infirmary," I said sarcastically. He laughed nervously, glad that I could still manage a sense of humor.
"Annabeth... Oh, Gods, I was so worried! What the hell were you thinking trying to fight a hydra on your own?! You could have been killed! You-"
"Are you just going to sit here and lecture me all day? What's done is done, and the monster is dead. I killed it-"
"At a price, Annabeth," he said lightly feather-touching the gashes running from my left under-arm to my belly-button. "Not to mention your hair." Percy pointed to my acid-singed hair which was now choppy and uneven. Some strands were just as long as they were before, but others were above my shoulder or pixie-cut short. I rolled my eyes.
"Really, Percy. If I cared about the way I looked I would be a daughter of Aphrodite."
"True."
"Yes, it is true. I'm always right."
"What about that time when-"
"Oh, shut up, Seaweed Brain! It was a joke!" I coughed, the yelling hurting my voice.
"Annabeth?"
"I'm fine," I managed to say, still hacking my lungs out.
"Annabeth, why are you sick? I mean, I knew you would have some wounds, but..."
"One got infected. I didn't want to risk any more ambrosia."
"But, none of the cuts on your chest got infected," he said, clearly confused. "What did?" I bit my already bleeding lip. I sat up a little straighter, then I gently shifted the sheet on the end of the bed, showing calves on my legs, my right one bandaged. I leaned down and gently undid the dressing. My entire calf was badly burned from hydra acid. It was oozing pus, and charred around the outside, everywhere else an angry red.
"Look on the bright side, at least you can't see the bone," I said as Percy gawked at my infected burn. "You okay? You look a little... green." Percy's mouth opened and closed, resembling a fish's.
"Doesn't... doesn't it hurt?" he asked eventually.
"It burns like hell, but Chiron managed to dull a lot of the pain. It was at least three times as bad before."
"What can I do?" he asked.
I bit my lip. "Be here with me?" I said softly. He smiled, and took my hand in his.
"Always." Percy sat back in his chair, still holding my hand. He sighed and closed his eyes. Soon enough, he was sleeping. I smiled and gently stoked his face with my free hand. I put my hand down and glanced out the window. To my surprise, I found several Aphrodite girls peeking in, giggling.
I was furious, but it gave me an idea. I pointed to my leg, and they all looked at the burn. Their faces showed absolute disgust, and one girl looked like she was going to hurl. They ran with their tails between their legs, and I laughed, but my cuts on my chest hurt, so I had to stop, but I was still shaking from silent laughter.
Percy cracked an eye. "Wazzo funny?" he asked, sleep slurring his words. I laughed even harder.
"Nothing, go back to sleep." He mumbled something about chips, and he was asleep before his eyes even closed. I changed the dressing on my leg and chest, then lay down with some difficulty. I fell asleep, still holding Percy's hand and watching him drool slightly, mumbling random things. I heard my name more times than I care to repeat, but it still made me warm and fuzzy inside when I drifted off.
In my dream, I was on Olympus. It was rebuilt from when Kronos nearly toppled it. The buildings were made of marble, and were tall and graceful looking. It had to be me who designed it. I looked around in awe, but I could only turn so far because I was holding someone's hand; Percy. He grinned at me and silently pointed over the edge of the cliff. I leaned over a white wall, and down below was Manhattan, only rebuilt like Olympus. I had designed the entire city!
Someone tapped on my shoulder, and I turned to see my mother and father holding hands. Luke was behind them with Thalia. They looked so happy. All around me were friends and family. Percy put his hand on my shoulder, and we faced the crowd together. Someone gave a wolf-whistle, and I looked back at the Stoll brothers. Travis grinned at me, holding hands with Katie Gardner, and Conner still had his fingers in his mouth.
Percy opened his mouth to speak, and...
"Annabeth," I heard my name being called, and I was rudely shaken awake.
"Leevmealoone!" I mumbled. The shaking continued. "Stoppit," I said, weakly waving my arm to ward off the shaker. I cracked an eye open. "Goaway, Seaweed Brain." He laughed, and instead of shaking me, he started poking me without mercy. "I said stoppit!" I whacked him, and he cursed.
"Annabeth, its chow time. You don't have to beat me for it, I just woke you up so you could eat!"
"Oh, sorry, I was having a nice dream."
"Really? I was in it, I would bet my life."
"I don't know how you fit that ego through the door, Seaweed Brain," I said. He didn't respond. "So, what's for dinner?"
"Uhh, vegetarian pizza, some other stuff, and water. Is that okay?"
"Sounds perfect, thanks," I said, taking the tray and glass from him. I took a bite of the pizza, and olive, cheese, and basil flavors exploded in my mouth. "Mmmm..." I said. "I didn't realize how hungry I was."
"Well, duh, you were sleeping! How could you know how hungry you were if you weren't even conscious?" I scowled at him. He stuck his tongue out at me. I finished eating quickly.
"So, do you think you want to go out for the campfire?" he asked.
"I want to, don't get me wrong, but I can't walk. And no, I'm not going in a wheelchair. And no, you're not carrying me." Percy gave me a pouty face. I rolled my eyes.
"How about crutches? Or you could just lean on me."
I thought about it. "Alright, crutches it is." Percy helped me hang my legs over the side of the bed, then stand up on one foot. My leg burned, I almost fell over. I leaned on him, and hopped over to the wall where the crutches were. There was quite the wide assortment, considering how often someone got a broken limb. I picked up a pair of simple steel with pale blue padding for under my arms.
Percy helped me down the stairs at the porch in the dark, just as everyone was filing down to the amphitheater. Campers from Apollo's cabin were already singing their lungs out. Some people glanced nervously at me like they thought I might explode, but nobody really minded us.
Percy and I sat near the back because I couldn't go down many stairs without his help, and I refused to look weak. We held hands and sang along to all the silly songs. I noticed some Aphrodite girls giggling at us, but I gave them the finger, and Percy nearly busted a gut.
He walked my back to the infirmary and helped me into bed, much to my frustration. He said he was just being a gentleman, but I knew he was worried about me. He leaned my crutches against the wall next to my bed and settled down in the chair next to me.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Seaweed Brain?"
"What do you mean?" he asked me innocently.
"You know very well what I'm talking about! Seriously, I'm not the only one who just got back from a recon mission! Go sleep in your own bed, Seaweed Brain. You can see me tomorrow. Please." Percy frowned.
"What if I sleep in a bed instead of this chair?" he asked.
"Is that the only option?"
"Yes."
"Fine." He smiled smugly. I hope getting his way just this once wouldn't inflate his ego too much.
"The invincible Percy Jackson defeated the undefeatable Annabeth Chase! Bwahahaha!" So much for inflating his ego. He jumped into the bed next to mine and pulled the covers up to his nose so just his eyes were showing.
"This is just like a sleepover, isn't it Annabeth? It's exciting! We can tell ghost stories and do shadow puppets and confide our deepest, darkest secrets!" He giggled like a girl, and I honestly have no idea how I kept a straight face.
"Goodnight, Kelp Head." I turned over on my side that I was facing away from him.
"You're no fun."
"Nope. Now shut up and sleep." I heard him groan, exasperated.
"Seriously, do you always have to be such a party pooper?"
"Yes, now I said shut up." I heard him shift, and I risked a quick glance over my shoulder. His eyes were peeking over the top of his sheets, and they were narrowed at me. I couldn't help but laugh. He pulled the sheet down so his whole face was showing, smiled, then closed his eyes.
"I can always make you laugh," he said as he drifted off. "Nighty night, Annabeth." I heard soft snores, and I saw a dribble of drool at the corner of his mouth. I smiled again.
"Nighty night, Seaweed Brain."
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