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Dr. Cole was blonde, tall, brown eyed, and fit. At 33 years he still looked college aged and very good for his age. And he was a compassionate man.

Or at least that's what everyone told him.

So it was only natural that he got very attached to his patients. Whenever someone died of cancer, went into a surgery and didn't come out or was rendered brain dead by some terrible accident he would always be extra nice and considerate towards the families, or even send them flowers.

That meant it made sense that he was the one sent out to to tell him exactly what the situation with Annabeth Chase was.

He found Percy right outside the room in the waiting area. He was hunched over, head in his hands, sitting on one of the brown uncomfortable chairs. His hands were white, and it seemed he was very close to ripping out his own hair.

"Mr. Jackson?"

The man's head snapped up, and he immediatley got up and made his way to the doctor. His eyes were tired, probably from waiting here for 5 hours, but piercing.

"Where's Annabeth? Is she OK? Can I see her?" His voice was strained and rushed.

"Your wife-" started but Percy cut him off.

"Girlfriend."

"Excuse me?"

Percy sighed. "She's my girlfriend, not my wife. We're not married."

The doctor felt a flash of surprise. "Oh, my apologies. I thought what with the rings..."

Percy shook his head. "No. Those aren't wedding rings." He didn't explain further then that.

The light haired man cleared his throat. "Right well then. Your girlfriend, has some very serious head trauma. Her brain is swollen, and that might lead to brain damage, it all depends on how serious it is. Her leg is fine. Some cuts, which are pretty deep but nothing a few stitches can't handle. She has some bruising on the back of her legs, a bump on her head, and a light scratch on her arm. What we're most sorry about is the miscarriage. I'm very sorry but Annabeth lost the baby-"

Throughout the whole explanation Percy had worn the same look of fear, pain and worry but when mentioned the baby his mouth opened in shock. His eyes widened and he took in a breath of air. "What baby?"

"The baby Annabeth was carrying. I assume it was yours but while she was having tests she started bleeding and-"

"She was pregnant?" the words were hard to make out and as Percy was saying them he staggered back like he had physically been punched and sat back down, gripping the chair for support. His face was twisted in surprise and pain.

"Yes. Well was being the operative word... it seemed she was only a few weeks along." studied the man. "Did she not tell you?"

Percy shook his head mutely, head still bowed and hidden and the doctor sighed. This didn't happen often but when it did it was a tragedy. Some women had miscarriages and the men didn't even know that she had been pregnant in the first place.

"As I was saying we're worried about the head injuries. We don't know how serious the damage is and until her brain deswells so we are going to be keeping her on a drug induced coma, alright?" the doctor explained.

Once again Percy nodded, but then his head snapped up. "How long does it usually take for the brain to return to normal?"

frowned. "Well each patient is different. No two brain injuries are the same so the length of time that we keep them under isn't really certain. In this case however I think it would be safe to assume 1-2 weeks."

Percy hunched his shoulders again. His voice came out sounding strangled. "1-2 ... weeks?"

The older man sighed and sat beside Percy. "Really we came out lucky on this one. Usually the coma needs to last at least 1 month before we can be sure the brain is back to it's former state. With however the brain is already going down. What we are worried about is her temporal lobe which is currently pressed up against her skull and that could lead to it's damage. To what extent we aren't sure but we are monitoring the situation-"

"What is a temporal lobe?"

The doctor looked at the young man questioningly. They taught about the brain in school and the temporal lobe is touched on quite a bit but then again, without any former medical records to look at they couldn't be sure what his past was. may not even have gone to school.

"The temporal lobe is what we call the area of the brain that stores memory."

Percy sat straight up in his chair. "Are you saying Annabeth may not remember the accident?"

"No . I'm saying we can't be sure what will remember at all. She may wake up perfectly normal and able to remember everything that has happened in her life but then again she may wake up with no memory of the last month. No one can know exactly until she wakes from her coma and goes through the therapy."

Percy frowned. "How bad is the damage?"

"Like I said no one cane know exactly. From what we see she is healthy, and the damage doesn't seem too bad. And even if she does lose part of her memory it may not be permanent. No one can predict what the brain will do exactly and I'm sorry to not be able to give you anything more concrete but this is all we can tell you at the moment. You would be as well leaving and going home, we'll give you a call when she is waking up."

Percy shook his head. "No I'm staying with her, but thankyou doctor. For the update."

nodded, "Very well then. Here I can lead you to her room."

Percy nodded and they walked in silence to a room on the 2nd floor of the hospital. As the doctor reached for the handle he paused before turning it. "I must warn you that there is a limit of 5 visitors in the room per visiting hours and that she will not respond to anything you say until we ween her off of the medication. Also touch nothing that has a bandage or is suspended. And please be quiet. I know it will be a lot to take in but really it only looks like she is sleeping."

Percy looked at the doctor very seriously and nodded just as seriously.

Then he put his hand over the doctors and turned the handle slowly, and walked through the door; leaving the doctor to watch as he gasped and backed away from the unconscious figure on the bed. Slowly Percy walked forwards and grabbed a chair and sat in it beside the bed.

The last image the doctor saw of them was Percy grabbing his girlfriend's hand and pressing it to his lips with silent tears streaming down his face.

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