Annabeth P.O.V.
I was so confused. Luke was supposed to be dead. He was buried. And dead. I saw his dead body! But now he was back. This wasn't logical at all.
Percy was rubbing comforting circles on my back while I waited to be let in to the emergency room to see Luke. My head was in my hands, and I was trying not to cry.
Finally, after twenty minutes, a nurse came to tell us that I could visit Luke. I jumped out of the chair I was sitting in, and practically ran to the Emergency room that Luke was in.
"Luke?" I said as I pushed the door open. He was laying on his hospital bed, and he looked horrible. He was ghostly pale, and he looked terribly weak. I ran over to his side and took his hand in mine.
"How are you feeling Luke?" I asked him. He smiled weakly, and lifted his other hand to push the hair away from my face.
"I'm fine, Annie. I missed you so much." he said. His voice was raspy. Only Luke was ever allowed to call me Annie.
I tried to smile back, but I couldn't. "Luke…you're supposed to be dead!" I whispered to him. A look of confusion passed through his face.
"What are you talking about Annie? Why am I supposed to be dead?" He said, looking concerned.
"Luke, you… you committed suicide two years ago." I said, fighting back the tears. He looked really confused now, and that made me confused.
"Annabeth, baby, why would I ever commit suicide? You're making no sense." he said.
"Luke, you stabbed yourself. In the shoulder. And you bled to death. I saw your body Luke! I went to your funeral!" I exclaimed.
"Annabeth, did you drink coffee with your pills again? You know what that does to you." Luke said, stroking my hair. I pulled away from his touch, and he looked alarmed.
"Luke, what were you doing this morning? Huh?" He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again.
"I-I don't know…" he murmured.
"And what year is it?" I asked him, crossing my arms.
"It's 2009. Annie, why are you asking me these questions?"
"Luke, it's 2011." I said. I took the calendar that was hanging on the wall for proof. He took it and looked over it. He then looked up at me in disbelief.
"But how can… why…" he trailed off, staring at me.
"I don't know. I'm just as clueless as you." I said.
"This is crazy… is this some practical joke? Its because I put salt in your coffee isn't it?" he said, crossing his arms.
I shook my head. "Luke, that time you put salt in my coffee was two years ago. Two days before you committed suicide." I said, my voice cracking.
"Did I really commit suicide?" he asked.
I slowly nodded. "Yes Luke. And you didn't even leave a note. It was our anniversary." I said. I could already feel myself shift back into FBI mode.
He shook his head, as if he couldn't believe it. "But why would I… Annabeth, I would never…" he said.
"Well you did it Luke." I said coldly.
"Annie, you know I would never do anything like that!" he exclaimed.
"But you did do it Luke! You don't even know what I went through! I couldn't sleep for weeks!" I yelled at him. He winced.
"Annie-"
"Next time you do it, at least leave a fucking note." I growled, and then turned around and left. I couldn't stand being in that room anymore.
I saw Percy sitting in the waiting room, playing with the end of his shirt. "Hey." I said softly, sitting down next to him.
He looked up at me, and smiled. "Hey… are you feeling okay?" he asked me.
"Uh yeah. I'm not doing that great. It's kinda hard to see your dead boyfriend after two years, you know?" I said.
He nodded. "Actually, I don't really know, but I can guess it feels horrible." I slightly laughed at that.
"I'm sorry we couldn't eat the Chinese food we were planning to." I apologized to him.
He looked at me weirdly. "Geez Annabeth, that doesn't even matter anymore." he said. I smiled, and he smiled back.
"Percy, do you think it's okay if Luke stays at the house for awhile?" I asked him.
"Why are you asking me? Of course it's okay." he said. I don't know if it was just the stress or whatever, but I think I heard jealousy in his voice. Yeah, must be the stress.
"Want me to get you something from the vending machine? I heard the Doritos here are just wonderful." Percy asked me.
"I'm fine. Thank you." I said.
I was really tired and desperately wanted to sleep. But I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep with Luke on my mind. How did he even come back? Why doesn't he remember anything from the past two years? These questions wouldn't stop nagging me.
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