You oatmeal cookies are the best! I've already done the Dean one and did the Tratie proposal because we're taking my sister to college. Not really sure if I'm sad or not. Ha.
Bobby: don't worry, you'll see her again unless she's really a demigod, in which case you might have to wait 7 more years to see them again
Matthew: yup
Me: are you being serious with me?
Bobby: of course not, who do you think we are?
Me: Annabeth's brothers
Matthew: unfortunately that's correct
Annabeth: ...
Bobby: you know what, we gotta run-
Annabeth: that's all I had to do.
Me: brothers are so annoying
Annabeth: preach it sister
Percy: she's my sister not yours
Me: and I don't own you

"Make a hole!" I quickly stepped to the side as five different stretchers were being rushed into the Manhattan hospital.
"Units, go to your stations and be ready for orders!" The overseer yelled and I dashed to my room. I waited for a little until two other people joined me. Suddenly the door was shoved open and a woman was wheeled in. Her choppy brown hair was matted to her tan skin.
"Subject has a concussion and large slice on cranium. Two broken ribs only hairline fractures, but she has one severely broken femur."
I slipped on rubber gloves and walked up to the woman. AN: I have no idea how they would handle something like this in a hospital, so please bare with me. I wiped blood off from her face with a cloth that was sprayed with antibiotics. A long jagged cut sliced from her right eye to the left ear.
"Quickly, bind her head." I wrapped a long sheet of gauze around her head in a slight diagonal. Blood quickly soaked he bandage as a put on another layer.
"Subject is going into shock!"

After a few hours we finally had most of the subjects from the car crash in a more stable condition, but only three of the five were awake. The small girl only had broken her ankle and bumped her head and the blonde woman who we fouls out was Annabeth was resting along with the blonde man called Jason. Apparently everyone in the severe part of the crash knew each other. They were heading back from an outing when a semi rammed into the Spyder which then crashed into the Mustang.
But the black haired man and the brown haired woman were still in critical conditions, and were under constant supervision. But they would be okay with rest and more help.

This was such a wimpy chapter and I'm super sorry. I just can't think straight and couldn't think of anything else to finish this...