They were on a quick trip off the ship trying to find some parts for the ship that had been broken and needed to be replaced. They had split up into different groups and assigned different materials to get. Leo was with Piper for this one as Jason stayed at the ship ready to defend it with the help of Coach Hedge. It wasn't long into the trip when they ran into some trouble.
There was a giant creature in front of them, pure black with sharp claws and teeth. It looked like if the night was an animal. Leo and Piper were doing their best to fend it off. The creature took a swing and Leo jumped back, barely missing his stomach. The sharp claws had almost got him, almost carved him up even more. He really didn't need anymore of that.
Leo ran at the monster, hands ablaze. He didn't see what the monster had hit after he missed his claws. He didn't hear the grunt from Piper or her knife crashing to the floor, her body right after.
Leo shot at the monster with white hot flames. The creature shrieked in pain and stepped back in fear, it's arm sizzling from the fire. Leo threw another flame at the monster. It cried out and quickly retreated, back to wherever it had come from. It didn't seem very interested in loosing it's life and going back to Tartarus.
Leo turned back around to Piper. "Well, that wasn't that bad. No major harm done," he smirked whipping off his hands on his shirt.
"Leo..."
The croak was small and weak. Leo looked down to the voice. Piper was laying on the ground and holding her arm that had a significant amount of blood coming out of it. Her face was all scrunched up in pain. "Leo... help, please."
"Oh my Gods, Piper, I didn't even notice, are you okay? Oh crap, of course you're not okay, you're bleeding out. Idiota," he mumbled to himself. He bent down to Piper to look at her wound. It was a large gnash on her bicep. The wound was deep and bleeding a lot. He knew he had to do something to stop it. "Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap," he mumbled to himself as he tried to figure out what to do. He needed something to tie around her arm so that the bleeding would stop. Something like a cloth or a rag but he didn't have anything around him. All he had was his clothes.
Leo cursed in his head. He knew what he had to do but he didn't want to do it. He took his shirt off in one swift motion and tied it around Piper's arm. Thankfully, Piper seemed to distracted by the pain to notice his body. There was blood and lots of it. On the bright side, there was so much blood that as Leo was bandaging her up it got all over his stomach and chest, doing a good job of covering up any scars. On the downside, Piper was in critical condition and there was blood all over him which was frankly gross and disturbing, especially since it was Piper's.
Leo tied his shirt around her arm tightly, applying pressure and attempting to stop any blood from coming out of it as much as possible. With a groan he stood up and hefted Piper up as well. She was weak so he had to wrap her arm around him in order to help drag her back to the ship.
"C'mon, Piper, we gotta get back to the ship so that the others can help patch you up." Piper just nodded.
It took a couple of minutes but they were finally back at the ship. Leo helped Piper get on the ship. "Hey, guys, I could use a little help please!" He shouted to the rest.
Jason, Coach Hedge, Hazel, and Frank ran up on the deck. "Oh, my Gods, Piper!" Hazel shouted, tears already starting to brim in her eyes.
"What happened?" Jason questioned, running up and grabbing Piper.
"Monster... sharp claws... lots of blood," Leo huffed out of breath.
Jason wrapped Pipers arm around his shoulders and wrapped his arm around her waist. "C'mon, we gotta get her down stairs and fix her up." He headed off down to the infirmary, carrying Piper much easier than Leo had.
"Yeah, you guys go, I'm gunned go take a shower and wash all of this blood off of me," Leo said quickly running downstairs. He hurried away from everyone, trying to keep his front towards them so that no one saw his back which was fully exposed and full of ugly scars for everyone to see. For the most part, everyone seemed too concerned to notice any marks on Leo but as he walked down the hallway to the bathroom he couldn't help but cross his arms over his stomach and feel self conscious.
He wanted to get away from everyone as fast as possible. He wanted to get in and out of the shower and put a shirt back on quickly. He didn't want to keep looking at all the red and white marks on his skin. All the blemishes that marked each defacement ever made on him. Each one had a story and he knew them all and he hated to think about them. One short, red one on the top right of his chest- a gang. A long, white one running all the way across his stomach- foster mom. Another small one that was pinkish on his side- bullies from school. And those were just a couple. He had more all over his front, and even more, worse ones on his back. He was glad he couldn't see those. Each scar had a story that was as terrifying as the next and he wanted nothing to do with them.