-Walt Stone-

I stood protective against the crew on the flying ship. There was an obvious reason for the sudden tension between us, and I wasn't going to let it slide. A pale boy spotted us as we followed Percy inside. "I was wondering how long it takes for a God to send a message," he started. "Your Chief Lector is in bad shape, it's a good thing you two didn't show up later."

Our eyes lit up in response. "Where is he?" Jaz demanded instantly.

The pale boy gestured to the room he was standing by, which Jaz rushed in, me following with my guard still up. Laying on the bed was undoubtedly Amos struggling to breathe through forced gasps. Without another word, Jaz gently placed her right hand on his forehead and closed her eyes. Percy and the pale boy stood by the door as I patiently watch her work.

Her eyes shot open after half a minute. "Broken ribs, easy fix," she informed as her hands moved towards his chest now.

"Easy fix?" The pale boy judged.

"Quiet, she needs to focus," I snarled.

A few seconds passed as a bright blue hieroglyph appeared between her hands that she gently touched his abdomen, a nasty popping sound going off in reaction. His eyes shot open in reaction as he slowly took us in. "What day is it?" He managed to speak as he slowly sat up, Jaz looking wary.

"You need to rest, your ribcage was badly damaged that I'm not sure if there are any complications," Jaz instructed.

His gaze landed on me, a look that we've exchanged before. "Saturday," I replied after a few seconds.

He stood up now with incredible ease, "well, looks like we have a meeting to attend."