After a while, He could hear cries of, "He's in shock!" Get an IV and get him to the hospital. Then, he was on a bed, and a needle was going into his skin. He heard someone say something, but before he could figure out what, his world went black."

Annabeth was lost in the pain. Though the medication had dulled the pain, the adrenaline rushing through her was slowly receding, why she didn't know, but it was making the effects of the medicine less affective. She was slowly losing her self in the pain. She could vaguely hear Bruce talking to the officer, but she couldn't disconcert what. This went on for some time, by her reckoning, but she assumed her sense of time was messed up.

Then, someone was untying her, and picking her up. She didn't know what was going on, but every time the person carrying her move, bolts of pain ran through her. She was carried for a minute, and then was set down. She heard the man walking away. Another pair of footsteps made its way near her. The person kneeled down, and picked her p again. They carried her for a second, and then, she heard a door opening.

Fresh air filled her senses. She heard cars, and sirens. She heard chatter. She smelt smoke and car exhaust, and realized that she was outside! She was free! The person carrying her must be a police officer of some sort.

But then, another more terrible entered her mind. Why had there been only one step of footsteps both times she had been picked up. Where was Percy? Why wasn't there another set of footsteps?

"Percy" She groaned. With a struggle, she was able to slightly open her eyes, just enough to see blurry figures. "Percy, where are you?" She said again, panic rising in her stomach. "Where's Percy?" She said, becoming more alert by the second. "What happened to Percy?" She asked, on the verge of a full-scale panic attack now.

Then, the person was setting her down on a bed, and someone was sticking something in her. The blackness that had been at the edges of her awareness was growing bigger now, and more inviting. She tried to avoid, she had to say awake and find Percy, she had too! But she couldn't, the darkness was pulling her farther and farther down, until she could no longer resist, and lost the battle.

Various beeping sounds were the first thing Annabeth was aware. Some were slow and high-pitched, while others were fast and low. Then, the sharp smell of antiseptic and cleaning supplies. It was smell she hated, because it was like the fingerprint of a hospital.

That's where she was, she realized! She could now feel the bracelet on her wrist that must list her information, and small braces on her feet. As she started to wake up more, she tried to open her eyes. They felt like lead weights, but she kept trying.

Then, someone was beside her, talking to her. "Annabeth? Honey, are you awake, can you open your eyes?"

It was Helen, she realized. With newfound strength, she tried again, and was able to open her eyes. There was a blinding whiteness, before Helen yelled at someone to turn off the lights, and close the curtains. The whiteness went away, and Annabeth was able to push her eyes open all the way.

The first thing she saw was Helen staring down at her with concern written on her face. Standing next to her was her Dad, worry in his eyes. Helen smiled gently and said, "Hey, how are you feeling?"

Annabeth took inventory of all of her pains and aches. "Like an airplane fell on me." She told Helen, who smiled.

"Well let me go get the nurse." She told Annabeth, and then left the room.

Her father walked up to her head, and laid a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I was so worried about you." He said, as he sat down in a chair, and started running his fingers through her hair. It was a familiar motion that soothed her. "I didn't know if I was ever going to see you again. I was never so happy in my life as when you just woke up." He told her, a loving smile on his face.

Annabeth managed a small smile and said back, "I love you Dad." He just planted another kiss on her forehead.

At that moment, a nurse came into the room, carrying a clipboard. "Hello Ms. Chase, nice to see you awake. Now, I'm just going to check a few things." She walked over to her feet and pushed a pen into the sensitive part of her foot. "Can you feel this?" The nurse asked. Annabeth nodded. The nurse then repeated the process for the other foot. Annabeth felt the pressure on that foot too.

"Ok, well, it looks like the nerves in your feet weren't hurt to bad by the cut. Now, the way were going to deal with this is a little different from a normal tendon rupture. Normally, we would take you into surgery to sew the tendon back together, then start you walking only a few days after the surgery. But since you tendon was cut deliberately, and muscle was cut too, we are going to keep you in a wheelchair for a few days after the surgery. Then, we will put you on crutches and start physical therapy. If all goes well, you should be back to normal in about 8 months."

Annabeth took a second to take in all the information before saying, "Will I be able to play sports for fun?"

The nurse said, "You might have soreness, but if all goes well, yes you should be able to play all sports."

Annabeth nodded and said, "When are you guys going to do the surgery?"

"We discussed it with your parents and decided we are going to wait a day or two, so the swelling goes down. Until then, your feet will stay in the braces so that nothing more can happen to them." The nurse told her.

Annabeth nodded. The nurse performed a few more tests then left. Annabeth turned to her dad and said, "What about Percy? When you guys carried me out of the school, Percy wasn't with me. Where is he?"

"Well, we had to get you guys out at separate times, you first." At the look of worry on his daughters face, Fredrick continued, "But we got him out about fifteen minutes later He is in a room down the hall."

Before her dad could stop her she said, "Can I see him?" She had to him. They had gone through this together, but Percy had suffered the brunt of the abuse. Was he okay? She had to know.

"Let me ask the nurse. But I am not making any promises." Her father left the room and returned a couple of minutes later, a nurse following behind him. The nurse was pushing a wheelchair. With her fathers help, the nurse pulled Annabeth into the wheelchair.

"Now, you can't move you legs okay." The nurse told her before grabbing the IV pole and wheeling them out of the room. Turning right down the hall, they walked a ways before stopping in front of a room.

"Are you ready? Your friend doesn't look the best." The nurse asked her. Annabeth just nodded, steeling herself. The nurse turned the knob, before wheeling her into the room, along with the IV pole. She pushed Annabeth next to the bed in the room, talked briefly to somebody, before leaving. Annabeth barely noticed though, she was too busy gazing down at Percy. His cheek had swelled up, leaving the left side of his face a myriad of colours. As she looked down, his neck was just as bad, if not worse, than his cheek. When she looked at the hand by her lap, she saw that it was totally encased in a cast. Then, she looked up and saw a woman approaching her. She had straight brown hair, and sparkling blue eyes. This was Percy's mother, Annabeth realized.

"Hi Annabeth, I am Sally, Percy's mother." She said this with a small smile on her face, and a welcoming look in her eyes.

"Nice to meet you. How is Percy?" Annabeth said, but was unexpectedly swept into a hug.

"Thank you for helping my son." Sally said, holding her tight. "He told me that you stopped him from doing anything stupid, and you were able to keep them calm. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't been there."

Annabeth nodded, and hugged the woman back. Before she pulled away, Annabeth noted that the woman smelled faintly of chocolate. Then Sally told her, "Percy's doing ok. His hand that was broken was his dominant hand, so they will have to teach him to write with his other hand because his hand will be in the cast for a couple of months. He can't walk right now either though."

"Why?" Annabeth asked, confused.

"When that man hit Percy in the back, he hit him with a blunt object and hit a nerve and vertebrae, hard. Percy can't walk or feel his legs. They don't know when the feeling will come back, it could be anywhere from days, to months.

Suddenly, another voice chimed in weakly, "Sucks for me, doesn't it?"

"Percy!" Annabeth yelled, and turned to hug him gently. He chuckled weakly and hugged back with his good hand.

"How are you?" He asked once she let go of him.

"I'm wheelchair bound too, and hurting. You?" Annabeth said, gesturing down to her brace bound feet.

"Well aside from what my mom told you, I felt like a semi truck ran over me. Repeatedly." Percy said with a slight chuckle, then a groan. His voice was slightly horse, and cracked every few words.

The pair continued talking for a while, just talking about nonsense things. Annabeth learned that Percy's favorite colour was blue; he loves horses, and hated math. She in turned told him that her favorite colour was orange, she was practically obsessed with owls, and that she loved math. They kept talking like this until Sally told them it was time for Annabeth to go back to her room. Annabeth fell asleep that night with a smile on her face

OK, so, I had a really hard time writing this chapter, so I would really like some feedback. And, though I did research for Annabeth's injury, I kind of made up Percy's, so please don't review talking about how inaccurate I am, I know that I will be. On another note, I am looking for a beta. If anyone would like to beta this, please PM me.

R &R