*This ones a little short but I cried while writing it. This one is dedicated to tinyrose22, the whole reason I wrote this fic in the first place*
Percy paced in the front room of the healing ward. Chiron called him there about an hour ago, saying something about Annabeth being in critical condition. Of course, Percy came as quickly as he could to the place. Mist made it seem like a small suburban doctor's office that was permanently closed. Inside there was a small waiting room, with doors lining the back wall, leading to individual rooms. Percy sat, then paced, then sat again. He tried to read a magazine but ended up throwing it across the room. Why? Percy was so frustrated he thought he would scream. Why did this have to happen now, when he and Annabeth were at their peak? Everything was perfect, and then this had to come along, and now her beautiful grey eyes wouldn't glimmer whenever she told stories to the girls, and she wouldn't tense up then relax whenever he grabbed her from behind for a hug, and she would never laugh or cry or live ever again, just because of this stupid cancer. Percy stopped pacing at the thought of Annabeth dead. It was a thought unthinkable. He could never imagine the strong, brave girl that fought so many battles with him, that saved the world on multiple occasions, dying. What would his life even be like without her? Percy didn't think he could breathe without Annabeth. He sat down in a seat, forcing the tears back into his eyes. No, she wouldn't die. She couldn't die. She would never leave Percy, or the girls, or Chiron, or all of their friends, or anyone. She cares too much. Oh gods, how much Percy wanted to trade places with Annabeth, to take on this battle, what could be her final battle, for her, and to defeat it so that they could live happily ever after. But he couldn't do anything, and that's where Percy was frustrated the most. He would hold the weight of the sky again for Annabeth if it would make her better. But Percy was stuck as an audience member and he could only watch and weep. Deep in thought, Percy hadn't heard Chiron come into the waiting room. "Percy" he had been whispering, near tears himself. Percy looked up fearing the worse. Their eyes met and Chiron nodded slightly towards the door second from the left on the back wall. Percy rose and walked towards the door as Chiron rolled in behind him. His knees weakened at the sight of Annabeth. Tubes and wire were hooked up to her in every area of her body. Her face that usually glowed with beauty was lacking all color. It was slack and expressionless, her eyes were closed. Percy's weight shifted and he came crashing down into a chair, the world spinning around the woman that was at deaths door. He grabbed her hand, holding it close to his chest and kissed it. Chiron spoke first. "She's extremely unstable, and in the current state she's in, she may not wake up". Chiron sounded as if he just swallowed glass. Percy kissed Annabeth's hand again, not stopping salty tears from falling onto his lips. He wanted her to wake up and kiss him, and call him nicknames and other goofy things and they could go home and be happy. But the beeping of heart monitors and the stillness of Annabeth's body reminded him that he was clinging onto nothing. Chiron whispered something about being back in a minute. Percy sat next to Annabeth, crying into his hand and the one of hers he was holding onto. "Please wake up" he whispered through tears "Please; I'll do anything for you. Think of what we had, just come back to me, please…" Percy couldn't go on. He broke down, bawling into the silence of the hospital room. "Please don't leave me" Percy whispered hoarsely. There was no answer. He didn't know what he expected. But he was still disappointed. He cried for what seemed like hours until Chiron returned and placed a hand on his shoulders. He sat with Percy, staring at the beautiful woman who had been through so much with both of them. The silence was deadly. Percy wanted to run from this sadness, to go as far away from the feelings as he could. But at the same time, he wanted to run away with the one that was leaving him. So he sat next to Annabeth. He didn't want to leave her side, in case she woke up and wanted to see him. But she didn't wake up. She laid there with Percy by her side, talking to her occasionally, not eating and not sleeping. Chiron brought him packets of hospital food every now and then. But Percy barely ate. He stayed in the same chair for a week. On the seventh day that he sat there, Chiron came in. He pulled up a chair across from Percy, not looking at Annabeth. "She's not going to wake up". Silence. "But can't we…" "Percy, I've done everything in my power to help her, but she's not going to wake up" he almost yelled. He was just as hurt as Percy by the news. Percy knew he was right. He wanted to have hope but he couldn't hang on any more. He had cried all that he could cry, and now it was over. Chiron passed him a stack pf papers on a clipboard. Percy started filling them out numbly. It took what seemed like days. He handed the papers back to Chiron. Percy sat in the room, clutching onto Annabeth's hand. He kissed her on her cold lips, tears dripping down his face. "Goodbye Ani" he whispered. He held onto her hand until the very end. Until he watched the heart line go dead and the beeping slow to a stop he never let go.
* I'm not sure if I want to keep going or if I want to end this fic now. Leave me your thoughts and I'll take them into consideration. K thanks babes!*