A/n:

So this is the next part of him being back at school, I'm going to try to encorperate some of the ideas given to me by readers and some of my own, I hope you enjoy this.

Percy P.O.V

Well that wasn't embarassing, I hoped I could just put it behind me and carry on with the rest of my first day back at hell. But Nat had other ideas.

"Was it really painful? I mean, I know you were shot but there weren't really details, we all just figured you were grazed and went into shock or something and had to be kept at the hospital for protection and you'd be back and fine soon and-" I had to cut off his rambling and this was getting annoying. I'd taken a bloody bullet for someone and they all thought it woujld be minor and I could just bounce back!

"Nat," I spoke as if explaining something to a dim five year old, I loved Nat but really, "I was shot. With two bullets. One of which went through my leg, breaking muscle and bone on the way. And the other got lodged in my side." He'd gotten paler as I's talked.

"But-"
"Nat! I'm lucky. To. Be. Alive." I stared at him for a moment, making sure he got the message, then kept going. We had gym then break. Great. Just great. "Come on we're going to be late for gym and I can't get through any doors without you." He nodded hurriedly and scrambled to get the door to the gym hall.

In the time it'd taken us to get here and have our little chat the rest of the class had already gotten here.

I saw the coach.

"Hey Coach. Sorry I'm late, doors are proving a slight difficuly." I smiled trying to make a joke of my situation and ignore the burning pain in my side. "Um, I have my note here." I offered him my note. Signed by my doctor, my mum and the police man who'd stayed by my bed in the hospital (we were bored and he felt like helping me out a bit, and we'd both thoguht their reactions would be funny).

Coach skimmed through it.

"It says here you're not aloud to do anything particularly fast and that you should rest because your-" He stopped ubruptly, "Your painkillers aren't working!?" I cringed, I though mum had rubbed that bit out for me.

"Yeah, um...something to do with my blood burning them off somehow." I shrugged, igniting the pain in my side and trying to hide the cringe, it wasn't as if I could just tell him that my godly blood burned away mortal painkillers because it was 'programmed' for ambrosia and nectar.

"You must be in real pain then! How are you standing!?" I didn't shrug this time, it really wasn't worth it.

"No, its ok really. Look I've already held up the class too much. I'll just sit here at the side and let you get on with the lesson." I tried to smile, but I don't think it really worked. After all I'd been through I was an expert at hiding my pain, but being reminded of how much it must help really didn't help when it was taking all my energy to stay standing.

"O-ok, you just sit htere then." He seemed to take a calming breath. He'd probably neer seen a proper injury before. 'Ametour'. I almost laughed at the thought that I'd seen more than a fully grown man ever would. I fought off another cringe and hiss of pain as I lowered myself to the ground.

I spaced out for a while, thinking about the war-wars-and camp and the attack and all the time since. I really hated my crutches.

I guess I'd spaced out for a while 'cause I heard someone clear their throat and looked up to see the coach again.

"Hey, Sir. What is it?" He looked nervous.

"Hi, I just wanted to say that you did a really brave thing and I can't believe you're functioning without the painkillers. You may be able to fool everyone else here, but it wont work on me." I raised an eyebrow at him, confused. "I have a buddy who was int eh army, got honourably discharged after getting wounds similar to yours, I went to visit him in the hospital and he said that before they gave him the painkillers it felt like he was being put on fire from the inside whenever he so much as breathed." I cringed.

"It's really not that ba-"
"Percy. I know you're lying, and I really am, well...amazed tht you're capable of doing what you're doing and not showing it at all but...why? Why aren't you telling anyone?" I sighed.
"There's nothing they can do about it is there. I mean, the painkillers don't seem to work so all complaining would do is earn me more pitying looks and worry my mum even more. So what would be the point?" He looked genuinley surprised.

"Wow. That's really noble of you. But you shouldn't have to do that." He thought for a moment. "Tell you what, I have an office which I never use, I'll write you a note and if the pain ever gets too much you can use it and just go to my office for a while for a time out, ok?" I genuinley smiled for the first time in a while.

"Thanks, Coach. I really appreciate that." He smiled at me.

"It's the least I can do comsidering what you did and what you're still doing." We nodded to each other as he got up to dismiss the class (who'd been doing exersises while we talked) and I knew we both had a newfound respect for one another.

I sighed as I swang out (these crutches really were a pain, I don't care what Chiron said, I was not going to get used to them any time soon) time to brave teh horrors of break.

I'd only gotten to the wall outside, just to the left of the main doors, I was leaning against the wall, waiting for the pain to pass and for me to get my breath back. The doctor had said that the bullet that went in my side caused internal bleeding which messed with my lungs a bit and it apparently grazed one of my lungs a bit. It wasn't life threatening, but, for a while at least, it ment that breathing hurt like hell (I still couldn't say the place's real name).

Anyway, dam ADHD, I was leaning against the wall when I saw the jock from homeroom swaggering up with his cronies.

"What do you want?" I gritted my teeth, trying to keep the pain out of my voice.

"Oh, we just wanted to check on the little hero. Everyone seems so concerned about you ew thought we'd check on you." Ignorant fools, they didn't understand the half of it.

"I'm fine really." They laughed.

"Oh we know. You're just doing all this to get sympathy and make the teachers go easy on you." The ignorant fool sneared, sending saliva everywhere, if I'd had a spare hand I would've wiped my face, but alas I didn't have the hands free to show such contempt (sarcasm and patronising is fun isn't it). "And seeing as you sem so eager to be in pain, we might show you what it's really like." He held up his fists threataningly.

Oh Styxe.

I could not defend myself in this condition. This was not going to end well.

"Please don't, I mean what have I ever done to earn your treatment of me. What did I do that pissed you off so much?" It was futile, but it was worth a try anyway.

"Ha, ha! Yeah well. I just think you're a arrogant, little dick so..." (A/n: Sorry if language offends anyone, it was not intended that way, I just think that's what the character would say in that situation. And the same goes for any other time I swear.) "We're going to teach you a lesson, pretty boy." He smirked as he and his friends closed in.

From then on I just felt blow after blow. To my back. To my side. To my head. To my arms. To my legs. Over. And over. And over.

The pain was bad, really bad, but it was nothing I'd never felt before. Then they hit my leg, where I was shot. The pain was excruciating. It cut through the numbness like a searing hot knife, hacking at my consciousness and setting it on fire as if Geae had thrown greek fire at me and I was burning. Burning.

I fell to the ground. The fall just making my agony more acute. And more blows rained down. Fists that felt like steel hitting me from all angles, all sides.

I rolled over, trying to protect myself.

Then they did it.

The hits were making it harder and harder to breath, to move to do anything.

But then one of them hit me in the chest.

Right where my bullet wound was.

I screamed as the pain, the agony, engulfed me. As the blackness came. As black as Nyx's castle. The memories of Tartarus engulfed me, and made my descent into darkness that bit more excruciating.

The last sound I heard was my scream.

Jock (who was actually named Marcus) P.O.V

Oh crap.

There was blood everywhere.

I thought he was faking. I really did. We were just teaching him a lesson. We'd done it to other people before. (A/n: I love that his defending himself makes me hate him even more.) Then one of my guys kicked his leg. Where he'd been pretending t be shot and he went straight down. Hit the ground hard.

And he was bleeding.

All over, but not lightly from the cuts and bruises we'd given him, which would really hurt but wouldn't be bad for a healthy kid, but like a lot. I was about to call them to stop when he rolled over and one of them stomped on his chest.

His scream tore through the air. I havent stopped hearing it since.

I'd never heard someone scream from pure pain before.

It was terrible.

The blood got faster, it soaked through his clothes and pooled on the ground. Oh God. Oh crap, oh God oh crap. This could not be happening.

We could go to juvi for this!

We heard footsteps running, someone must've heard his scream.

Oh shit!

This was bad this was really, really bad.

I paled and almost fainted when I saw the coach running around the corner. I looked down again. I'd never seen so much blood in my life, at that moment I really hoped the twerp was just out cold.

A/n:
Don't you just love cliffhangers?

This was just going to be a light, short story...I may have gotten slightly carried away...

Oh well. I hope you're liking them.

-Samantha2611