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Thalia's POV (ooh, who is it!? Who's in charge?!)

Very slowly, green eyes pried themselves open. Not Wrath, I thought. Ain't that a relief. As I gazed into the eyes of the person in Percy's body, I whispered out one word, to which the man nodded.

"Percy..."

Suddenly, Anne fell forwards onto her brother and hugged him. "Oh Percy, I'm so sorry. Moctezumal... There was a spell... He-he told me-"

Percy raised his hand, and put a finger to Anne's lips. "Shh. I don't care what he told you right now. All I care about is that I'm here, and you're here, and we're all still alive."

At that, Anne started sobbing into her brother's chest. Percy simply patted the back of her head and whispered encouraging things to her. After a few minutes of that, he looked up at Artemis and I, and asked for a glass of water. Anne leapt up, eager to help.

"Why don't you take Artemis with you Anne? Show her around and all," Percy suggested. Anne nodded, so Artemis followed her as she left the room.

Alone with Percy, j suddenly felt awkward and uncomfortable. "Look, Percy, i-"

He beat me to the chase. "Cut the act. It's not you. And don't worry, it's f-fine," he said, faltering a little at the end. It was clear that everything wasn't all fine and dandy, but I had already caused enough of a problem, so I let it go.

Soon enough, Anne and Artemis walked back into the room, each holding a cup of water. "Here, we brought an extra. In case you got thirsty again."

Percy nodded and gently sipped the water after attempting to sit up. He winced in pain, so he laid down and commanded the water to travel down his throat. That immediately made me suspicious though.

Wrath had gotten beat up by Moctezumal before he died, and that must be what Lercy was feeling.

"Lift up your shirt Percy," I commanded.

Wincing, Percy shook his head slowly and tried to turn away from me. "No thanks Thals. I thought that since there's a man hating goddess and an ex-huntress, I probably shouldnt go around half naked."

I narrowed my eyes. "Oh is that so? I could always have lady Artemis and I exit the room while your sister helps you."

Percy looked confused for a moment. "Help? I-I don't get it. I don't believe j need help..."

I raised a hand to stop his rambling. "You need help. Ladies, don't you agree?"

Anne gazed at her brother carefully, then nodded her head. Artemis took longer, studying Percy. Then she asked, "Can I touch your chest?"

Percy's eyes widened, but only for a split second. I blinked, and he looked cool and collected again. Like a cucumber. "I'm sorry, but I thought you hated man? And I thought you were against things like that, touching the chest of a man."

Artemis appeared flustered for a minute. "I-I'm sorry? What?"

Taking her fluster to his advantage, Percy said, "Yes. I'm sorry Artemis, but I just don't have feelings for you, not in the way you're employing at least."

Shocked into silence, Artemis gaped at my cousin, moving her mouth but not saying anything. I interjected, and tried to save the brave goddess from future humiliation.

"Percy, please. I want to help you," I pleaded.

Percy winced as he struggled to come up with an alibi. Finally, he sighed and shrugged. "If you have to, I suppose you can."

I smirked at this small victory, and approached my cousin. He didn't resist or struggle, he laid there on the ground as if the fight had been knocked out of him. I placed my hand on his ribs, and even at that brief contact I could feel them poking into his skin, surely broken.

In an instant, Percy gasped and clawed at my hand. Retracting my arm, I looked into his eyes scowling. They almost looked like they were those of an animal, for they were wild and lost, scared and feral. After a second, the animal drained out of them, the pupils retreated until they were normal sized again, and Percy looked up at me.

"I'm sorry," he simply stated. "That hurt."

I stared at him hard. "No dip Sherlock," I finally retorted. He snorted, and I knew he was fine. Then, we both started laughing like a pair of crazies. Straight from the Loony Bin down the street.

Anne had to interrupt our moment of hysteria. "Hey wackjobs. I think we need to set those ribs, don't we?"

I sighed. "I don't suppose anyone knows how to do it?"

Silence. "Great. Just great. I'll do it."

Crap.