Percy opened his eyes...
Percy's vision was blurry, his head burned. His face was singed. His arm was smoldering.
He made out a face, brown hair. Pulled back underneath a bandanna.
He made out a room. Dimly lit, a bowl on a small table. Bandages next to it.
The girl, the one who called herself "Annabeth" was leaned against the wall. Her dark eyes blazing into his.
Another girl, Aoa. She stood next to her, whispering something in her ear.
Percy closed his eyes...
Percy opened his eyes...
Aoa's face was inches away form his, she was trying to say something to him.
Then Percy realized something, he couldn't hear her.
A wail of numbed terror rose up in his chest. He couldn't hear! What was going on?!
Aoa saw the look of panic in his eyes and turned. She grabbed the bowl off the table and shoved to towards him. She jerked his head up and forced his mouth open. She tilted the bowl forward and whatever liquid was in their spilled into his mouth.
Percy was thinking that maybe she was feeding him nectar.
So he was expecting the usual familiar taste.
Percy really should stay away from expecting something to be normal.
With one sip he gagged, he felt like his respiratory system was about to implode and explode at the same time.
His mouth felt like it was being deep-fried, dipped in acid, and then filled with salt.
It was familiar all right.
He knew this feeling all to well.. After all he drank tons of this stuff in Tartarus. Why wouldn't he remember the taste?
His eye shed lava (Well he wished they did, that would've been cool...maybe). He shook violently, and his head lurched to the right as he was sick.
It burned horribly, then less so. He felt horrible, but at least he could hear/see/think/breathe.
"Eh?! You a'ive Seaw'ed B'rain?" came Aoa's annoying voice.
"Huhmawha?" said Percy trying to speak. Then something clicked. Seaweed Brain?
"Eh?! You the 'ne I's thinkin of?" she said, snapping her fingers in his face.
He sat up, well more like he tried.
Aoa grabbed him right before he fell.
"No' yet, mate." she said, "No' yet."
She grabbed syringe off the table and before Percy could protest, she shoved it in his arm and pushed the plunger.
Percy closed his eyes...
Percy opened his eyes...
He was in the same room as before. Aoa was staring at him.
Her knife was in her hand, and the look on her face told him what was about to happen.
He screamed as she racked the edge of her knife across his bare chest.
"W'here 're th'ey!" she roared at him.
Percy closed his eyes...
This pattern continued till Percy lost track of time.
Torture then drinking fire.
It could have been a day, it could have been a year.
He couldn't tell.