Me: :) - I'm fairly sure you know why.
Finally took the 'Which God Are You'? FF test. You know who I got? ^_^ Hades. That's right. The Angst Master. :D
This is: Heal
I don't own PJO.
Conner, Castor, Chris
Summary preview: A term of only three definitions.
Heal
1. To heal or recover.
The hospital wasn't that bad a place to stay. You got some sort of edible thing disguised as food, along with water, and care.
People always coming and going, a constant stream of conversation from the couple on the other side of the room from you. Doctors determined to heal whatever was wrong with you.
You had visitors too. One who came more then the others.
You just kind of wondered why the guy that almost looked like your reflection, kept insisting that you knew him.
He called himself Travis, didn't he? And you... What did he call you again?
Oh. Right. Conner Stoll. What a weird name.
Heal
2. To become healthy again.
Pollux was going to be pissed.
That was all you could think as you struggled to take a shallow breath. Pollux was going to be pissed that after going through so many freaking illnesses that you could heal from and be perfectly healthy afterwords, you fell (died...) in battle.
Oh sure, people could go on and on about how noble it was and how you were such a hero, but honestly? It was fairly fail-like that you died by being crushed. I mean, come on. How cliche.
But you knew this was coming. Castor and Pollux were yet another Greek tragedy that Fate had planned out long ago. It didn't help matters that your mother was an idiot and thought the name of the Gemini twins was something to be proud of.
As if you could ever be proud of being fated to die.
Still, you were breathing weren't you? And you could see Pollux in the distance, kind of. He hadn't even no- wait. Yeah, it was about time he noticed that his twin was missing. Gods, you had even seen Percy Jackson look over at you for a moment with some sort of sad and pitying expression.
What a dunce. He probably didn't even know your name, yet he felt he had the right to be sad over your death. Idiot.
Whatever. For a moment you wondered just how Dionysus would react when he heard of your death, before dismissing the though. He would probably dance on your grave while drinking snuck alcohol.
Oh, hey! It seems that Pollux finally found you. Damn time too, because it was becoming a bitch to keep up with the whole breathing thing.
Ha, he was yelling at you, just like you knew he would. Oh Hades. Was that tears? Geez. You notice how panicked he looks suddenly, and you start to wonder if he really will be okay after your heart eventually gives up and dies.
Now he's just being ridiculous.
Yes, brother of mine, I know that my name is Castor. No need to senselessly repeat it.
Gods you have never been so tired.
Maybe- maybe you could just... close your eyes for.. a.. second...
Heal
3. To provide a cure for.
You definitely owed Mr. D.
After weeks on end with a totally broken mind, it was no short of a miracle that he cured you especially while he was grieving.
Dead son and all that.
And gods, from what you could remember Clarisse had been amazingly kind. And patient.
Which, in itself is a complete oxymoron. And who could have ever guessed that she was into you? And if that little blush that crept up on your cheeks whenever you talked to her, you could probably say that you liked her too.
Chris and Clarisse. It has a certain ring to it.
Gods, it felt good to be healed and know that you can finally live your life the way you want to again.
Me: I like it.
I know that I have been neglecting the minor characters a lot lately, so here you go. A chapter dedicated to three of the C minors.
Pun intended.
I based Castor off a somewhat nicer, demigod Mr. D. So if you were wondering how I got his kind of jaded character, there you go.
Next Chapter: Out Cold
Thoughts?
~ Anna/ Booklover98