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A/N: Hee hee hee. I know, I know, I updated twice in one day. GO ME! Seriously though, guys, please don't expect it to become the norm. I was almost done the second chapter and then I guess I shot through the third chapter... I just want to let you know my chapters are going to be a little shorter than the first ones.

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Annabeth's P.O.V.

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I nervously twisted my hands together as I sat in the hospital chair. Percy still hadn't woken up yet since he fainted and I hadn't yet left his side. The hospital's sterile smell was making my head feel faint, but not to the point of concern. I took a deep breath and searched his face. He was in a hospital gown but under the thin sheets on the bed. His hand was bandaged and in a cast and an IV was dripping into his arm, along with some other wires. He was also connected to a heart-rate monitor. I shivered just looking at the needle for the IV that was in his skin.

I gently picked up my chair and moved forward, then set it down closer to his bed. I leaned gingerly on the bed and inspected his face further. He was relaxed and looked like he was sleeping. The doctor told me to press the call button when he woke up so that they could go over the x-rays with Percy himself. His dark hair was untidy, but in the way that it seemed on purpose. His bangs swept across his forehead, the tips of the hairs brushing just below his eyebrows and covering his ears. And even though his lids were over them, I could not get the image of his piercing sea-green eyes out of my head. So unusual, but so intriguing. I could honestly stare into his eyes for hours.

This is so wrong. I thought with a sigh. I barely even know this guy. When I first saw him at lunch, I can't believe my first thought was 'I hope he doesn't have a girlfriend'. How embarrassing. I mentally smacked myself on the forehead. And of course, he did. To top it off, it was a gorgeous, bitchy girlfriend. Then again, they broke up an hour ago. And I was there to witness it.

I drifted back into the memory.

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I had been walking down the steps when I heard a fight. Not a physical, but raised voices. I cocked my head to the side and looked around. I saw a flash of red hair and a guy standing nearby with his hands in the air. Percy. I trotted forward, probably too curious for my own good.

"- excuses? And why would I want to be in a relationship with a girl who treats my friends like shit along with a girl she barely knows?" he shouted, waving his hand at her in an angry manner.

Oh my god. Is he talking about me? I pushed my way forward a bit more, my bag feeling heavier with each step towards the commotion.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Firecrotch's voice shot up two octaves.

"It's supposed to mean exactly what I said! God, Rachel, you're being a huge bitch and now you're trying to blame me for it just because you're jealous!" Percy retorted, his voice raising.

Jealous? What is she jealous about?

"You did not just call me a bitch!" she screeched. Leaning around a kid in front of me, I saw her neck and face slowly becoming red. "And I'm jealous, Percy Jackson, because you're obsessed with whatever the fuck her name is! You were staring at her for like ten minutes straight! You fucking stalker!"

My mouth dropped open in shock. Is… is she talking about me? My mind began racing. I'm the only new girl to come into the semester almost a month late. I was in Percy's Math class but I never saw him because I was too nervous to look around. The breeze picked up my hair and blew it into my line of vision. I tucked a chunk of it behind my ear. He was staring… at me?

"Stop over-exaggerating, Rachel, it's fucking annoying. And maybe that was the first sign that I don't like you anymore. You're being a bitch to me and my friends and I'm sick of it. I'm done with you." Percy spat, slicing his hand through the air.

Oh my god. They just broke up.

"What-fucking-ever, Jackson. Go to hell. I hope you die." Rachel snarled like a feral animal, her teeth bared.

"Go fuck yourself, Rachel." Percy snapped before turned, shoving through the crowd just feet from me and stalking off. I gave Rachel one more look. Her hands were in fists and she was shaking. Her eyes were filled with tears. She quickly turned her back on her ex and screamed "MOVE!" at the wall of people nearest to her. They parted with angry murmurs, either glaring angrily or looking sympathetically at her.

I spun in the other direction and walked quickly to try and catch up with Percy. He was moving so fast that he'd already turned the corner. I switched to a run and made it around the corner as he turned away from the wall with his back to me. I heard a long stream of insults coming from his mouth.

I slowly came up to him and hesitantly place my hand on his shoulder.

"Percy?" I said.

He spun away from me, swearing even more. It happened so fast that my hand was still suspended from where his shoulder used to be. When he looked at me, his face was so contorted in pain and anger, I almost shied away. But I saw the recognition in his eyes. His flushed face lost some of its color.

"Annabeth – " he breathed.

"I'm sorry. This is a really bad time. I shouldn't have – I'll just see you tomorrow." I stammered, taking a step back and starting to turn away.

"No, don't go – damnit!"

Alarmed by his last word, I turned back and saw him cradling his left hand.

"Wait – Percy? Are you okay?" I leaned forward to see a bit more. "Oh my god, Percy, what did you do?" I ran towards him and inspected his hand. It was turning purple and blue. "Oh my god! You have to go to the hospital!"

"No, it's not a big – AH – deal." He winced and let out a sharp hiss of breath. It seriously looked like it was smashed up, and he looked like he was in severe pain.

"Listen to me, Seaweed Brain," I said in my sternest voice possible. The mention of my nickname for him brought back a momentary flash of lunch, with all of us laughing at the nicknames that Percy gave us. "You are going to the hospital right now. You're seriously hurt. Let me call my dad. He'll pick us up." I brought out my cell phone and swiftly dialed Dad's number. I edgily tapped my foot against the pavement. On the third ring, he picked up.

"Hello?"

"Dad. I know you're waiting out front but I need you to come around the side."

"What? Why?"

"My friend's hurt and he needs to go to the hospital."

"You've gotta be joking. It's your first day – how can you have made a friend so soon, and on top of that, he be injured to the point of hospitalization?"

"Dad!" I yelled.

"What?"

"NOW." I hung up and returned my attention to Percy. He looked slightly green. Oh no."Just hold on for a bit longer, okay?" I tried to bring his eyes to meet mine.

"I'm fine." He whispered faintly. The moment the last syllable left his mouth, his eyes fluttered and he collapsed.

"Percy!" I panicked and attempted to catch him. I managed to get my left arm under his neck and support him on my knee along with my right arm. He had completely passed out.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit." I muttered, looked along the road for my dad. Seconds later, he turned the corner. I waved to him and he pulled up alongside me and jumped out, car still running.

"You weren't kidding." He said.

"Obviously! Dad! Just help me out here." I snapped. He helped my put Percy in the backseat and I slid in to the seat next to him. "Hurry!"

"I'm going!" he slammed on the gas, throwing me back into my seat. "So this is your friend?" he asked, casting a glance into the rearview mirror to look at Percy.

"Yes. I met his friend Bianca in Science and she invited me to sit with them at lunch. He's in my Math and English class too."

"He's an attractive young man." He commented dryly.

"Dad! Unnecessary! Please!" I practically shouted.

"Alright, alright… where the hell is this hospital?"

"How am I supposed to know? You're the parent."

"Oh right – I gotta turn here…" he trailed off and continued to drive.

In the next five to ten minutes, we finally arrived at the front. Dad picked Percy up and followed me inside the sliding doors.

A nurse in scrubs was walking by when she saw us and did a double take.

"What happened here?"

"I think he punched a stone wall and broke his hand. He passed out from the pain." I explained. She nodded, and went to the front desk and spoke quickly to the receptionist. The lady went on the phone and made an announcement for a doctor to go to some place. I wasn't focusing on that. I had turned back to Percy and looked at his hand again. His knuckles were bleeding and the skin was broken and ragged. It had swollen a lot.

The nurse returned with a gurney and my dad put Percy down on it. I watched his eyes for movement.

Nothing.

She led us down the hall and told us to wait in room 153.

"We have to put his arm in a cast and try to set the bones. It won't take very long."

"Okay." I croaked, sinking into one of the seats near the crisp hospital bed. My dad went outside to call my mom and fill her in on the situation. Probably telling her how her crazy daughter was clinging to a boy with a broken hand after calling him frantically about her new friend.

Leave it to Dad to twist the truth.

Whatever. That's not important. Percy is important. A sudden thought hit me. His mom or dad needs to know! But how am I supposed to know who his mom or dad is, let alone their names.

Maybe he has a cell phone? I'll ask the nurse when she gets back.

When they brought him back in, his arm was in a cast and they heaved him over the bed in front of me, but put him gently down. He was now in a hospital gown. The attendants placed his cell phone and bag on the bedside table. When they left, the doctor came in. He had wispy brown hair, black rectangular glasses and a slim build. He told me that they took x-rays that are developing now and to press the call button when Percy wakes up. He also pointed out to me that talking to them often helps them wake up.

"Thank you," I said, nodding.

"I'll check back in later."

"Okay."

He exited the room. I got up, grabbed his cell phone, and sat back down. I unlocked it and went to Contacts and scrolled down until I got to Home. I pressed the call button and placed the phone to my ear. It rang twice before someone picked up.

"Percy? Where are you? You should've been home by now!" a woman's voice scolded angrily.

"Um, excuse me miss, but are you Percy's mom?" I asked nervously.

Silence.

"Miss?"

"Where is Percy?"

"Percy's fine! He's here – I mean, he's not fine, he's at the hospital and I'm here with him – but I'm trying to contact his mom."

"I'm his mother. Why is he in the hospital? What happened? And is this Rachel?" his mom started shooting questions at me.

"No – wait. My name is Annabeth Chase. I'm one of Percy's classmates. My dad took us here. He broke his hand punching the side of the school – when he wakes up, he'll tell you why. I don't know everything." I tried to explain. I heard a sigh of relief.

"Okay." I heard a deep intake of breath. "Thank you – Annabeth is it? – for calling me. I'll get there as soon as I can."

"No problem. Um, I guess I'll see you when you get here."

"Thank you." we both hung up. That was awkward. That was very, very awkward.

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And now here I am, sitting at the edge of his bed, listening to the rhythmic beeps of his heart.

"Percy?" I said hesitantly. God, I sound like an idiot. "Percy, you need to wake up. Your mom is coming and you need to explain why you punched a wall. God, Percy, what would compel you to do that?" I sighed and leaned back into my chair. "Okay that's a lie. I kind of know what compelled you to punch a wall. But a stone wall? Well, at least you had enough sense to hit it with your non-dominant hand. If it were me, I probably wouldn't have thought of that. I would've punched the wall just because." I closed my eyes and let my head fall back.

"Really?" someone said. I shot up in my seat, searching for the source. No one was here except Percy and I. I looked down. Percy's eyes were open and his mouth pulled up to the side in a half-smile. I got lost in the whirlpools of his irises until he spoke again, softer than before. "Have you been here this whole time?"

The beeping continued. I nodded. "Except when they took you to put a cast on. They told me to wait here."

His eyes moved between both of mine and I felt the heat rise in my cheeks.

"I called your mom using your cell phone – I hope you don't mind." I leaned on the hospital bed and avoided his eyes as I picked at the thin, crisp bed sheet near his unbroken hand.

He laughed. "Why would I mind? How would she have known otherwise?"

"I dunno." I muttered, getting flustered.

"Thank you." I looked up at him. "Thank you, Annabeth."

Oh God. I don't want to just say 'you're welcome' because that's so overused. Or should I just keep it simple? What the hell am I thinking?

"Don't mention it." I smiled. "And your mom's on her way. She should be here soon." I remembered something. "Oh! I need to let the doctor know you're awake. Where's the call button on this thing?"

I stood up and looked on my side, along the metal part. No button. I reached up on my tiptoes to see if it was on his headboard. Nope. I moved around to the other side, holding my hair back because it was falling forward and finally spotted a wire going up, onto his bed, and under the sheet that was overtop of Percy. I narrowed my eyes.

"Percy."

"Yeah?" he smiled at me.

"Give me the call button." I demanded.

"Why?" he grinned.

"Because the doctor told me to press it when you woke up!" I huffed. "Or you can just press it yourself."

"Mmm, I don't really want to press it. Can you?" he teased me. I pursed my lips and went back to the side I was originally on and lifted up the sheet. There it was. It looked like a chunky remote with two big buttons on it. Percy had his thumb on one.

"Percy," I put my hands on my hips. "Just press the button."

"My arm has momentarily lost feeling. I'm afraid I can't." he sighed.

What is the point of all this? I thought, raising my eyebrow. What does he want? Wait… is he flirting with me? Okay, I've lost it. He just broke up with his girlfriend today, punched a wall because of it and now is flirting with me?

"You lazy bum." I snorted. "You can press it by yourself." I sat back down, still a foot from his bed.

"Annabeth," he whined. "I can't." He locked his eyes with mine. "Just press it."

I stared at him, my arms crossed. Fine. Just whatever. "Okay, I'll press the stupid button." I leaned forward and put my thumb on top of his finger and pushed down. It lit up and made a series of fast-paced beeps, which I thought was really odd.

"See?" Percy smiled, taking off a couple wires from his chest that had suction cups on the ends. He tossed them to the side. "That wasn't so bad."

"Whatever, Seaweed Brain." I rolled my eyes but smiled too.

Within minutes, his doctor, nurse, mother and my dad filed into the room at the same time. I figured I was no longer necessary, so I stood up to go.

"Annabeth!" Percy called.

I turned back around.

"Thanks again. And I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye, Percy." I waved and left the room with my dad.

It was only once I was in the car and driving home that I realized that the beeping hadn't been from the button, but his heart-rate monitor.