Jake wheeled himself out of his camo-shelter, and made his way to the Apollo cabin.
Davis was there, leaning on the front door.
"Morning checkup?" She asked him, sighing.
"Yeah," Jake said glumly.
"I'll go get him." She darted into the cabin.
A few minutes later, Will came out, looking disheveled.
"You didn't have to wake me up so roughly, Davis." He called back into the cabin.
"Hey, Will," Jake said, managing a small smile for his best friend.
"Hey. Come on in, and let's get this over with."
0.5 hours (and a lot of "OW!"s, too) later...
Will wheeled Jake gently to the Hephaestus cabin.
"Well, it's healing. Twelve more weeks, and you'll be done." Will said, as Jake summoned Leo to help him.
"Yay. Twelve more weeks of doing absolutely nothing."
Leo patted his cast.
"Hey, look at it this way. At least you don't have to wear Darth Vader's suit." He started imitating Darth Vader's breathing.
Jake cracked up.
"Really, Leo?"
Lame? Yes. Only thing I could come up with on sort notice? Yes. Sad about HoH? YES.
R&R, peepz!
