I am so sorry I haven't updated in a while but track and work and school is kicking my ass. This is my oldest story so I thought I'd update this one first. I love reading the reviews you guys leave and it's motivating to see the comments asking for more.

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"But also there are about ten more phones in camp. One of them with your name on it." Leo states, excitedly.

"Wait, what?!" Percy shouts, "Phones! You know demigods can't have phones right?!"

"Yeah, normal phones. I made ones using a certain radio wave pattern and other mechanical stuff no one understands along with some magic from the Hecate kids. So the signals they give off are untraceable which means no monsters." Leo explains. "You just gotta get it from my cabin." Leo looks him up and down, "One second thought… maybe I'll just run and bring it to you."

"Leo! Come on! I can do some things by myself!" Percy argues.

"Can you?" Will sasses.

"William." Percy warns. "I am about ready to jump out of this chair and run away from you."

"You don't have the energy." Will claims as he continues pushing Percy to his cabin. They arrive in the Poseidon cabin and Will starts talking again. "Okay, so I'm going to count to three and then I'll help you stand up and we'll move you to the bed."

"Okay."

"One… two… three!" The taller demigod pulls Percy to his feet. Will holds his hand under Percy's uninjured arm and the other loops behind his back.

"Oh gods. Why is moving so hard?" Percy groans. Will guides Percy to lie down and his eyes start to fall shut.

"Go to sleep, Jackson. You deserve it."

"Okay."

— — —

Saturday 5:56

"Hey Chiron." Percy starts, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Mr. Jackson, what seems to be the occasion?" Chiron greets the teenager.

"I was uh, I was wondering if it was too late to take you up on the offer of therapy…" Percy says.

"We can get that arranged. I'm glad you've taken my suggestion into consideration. What made you make this decision?"

"I uh, I can't sleep and I can't keep having panic attacks on a daily basis. I need someone to help me handle this, someone who I don't see everyday." Percy explains.

"Okay. We'll get you the help that you need." Chiron assures. "I'll see if I can get you an appointment with one of my former students tomorrow when you go back home."

"Thank you. I'll plan on that." Percy confirms. The son of Poseidon limps out of the room and retreats back to his cabin to pack for his trip home. He throws in a backpack some more bandages Will gave him for the time he was home and some more ambrosia and nectar along with his new phone that Leo brought to him that morning. It was made of celestial bronze and a blue case with a trident engraved on it.

— — —

"Okay, so your appointment is at 11:00. It should only last about an hour and then Argus will take you home. Annabeth and Will will be coming with you for support and to make sure you actually go through with it." Chiron informs Percy.

"Sounds like a plan." Percy says. Annabeth and Will meet him at the top of the hill and they all hop in the camp van with Argus in the front seat.

"Are you ready?" Annabeth asks as they pull up to a modern looking building.

"Not even a little bit. But I told Chiron I would go and that I needed this, so…" Percy replies.

"Let's go." Will says, getting out of the car and walking into the office. Annabeth and Percy are soon to follow but just as they reach the door, Percy stops.

"Percy, what's wrong? What are you doing?" Annabeth asks.

"I can't. What made me think I could do this?" Percy mumbles.

"Seaweed Brain, you can do this. You told Chiron you could do this because you can and now you're willing to try. Let's just take this one step at a time. First, we'll go inside and you'll wait. Then, they'll call your name and you'll go meet this guy. After that, you'll sit in there with him for an hour, give or take, and you'll talk. When it's all over, you'll come back out here and you, me, and Will will hop in the van and Argus will take you home." Annabeth lays out the plan.

"Okay. I can do that. I can do that." Percy mumbles.

"Good. That's the first step." Annabeth hugs his shoulders and they walk into the clinic hand in hand. The daughter of Athena guides her boyfriend to one of the waiting room chairs and takes a seat next to him.

"I got Percy all signed in and made sure Chiron had all of his records and stuff transferred here. They'll have someone call Percy back in a couple of minutes." Will informs them. Will takes a seat on the other side of Percy and the three demigods sit in silence until Percy jumps up from his chair and starts heading towards the door without warning.

"Nope. This is good. You're doing the right thing. Don't chicken out now." Will says, grabbing Percy's shoulders and guiding him back to his original seat in the waiting room.

"Will," Percy starts, voice shaking. "I can't do this."

"Yes you can." He says.

"I can't talk to any of you guys about this stuff and you expect me to go in there and tell a stranger." Percy retorts while refusing to sit in the chair.

"Hey, you're gonna be fine. This is to help you." Will assures.

"But I don't- I can't-" Percy says, close to hyperventilating to show that he cannot summon the right words.

"Perce, even your seaweed brain knows this will be good for you." Annabeth says, suddenly clinging to his side. "You'll be okay, I promise."

"Can't we just go home." Percy begs.

"No." Will and Annabeth reply in unison. Before Percy has the chance to sit down, his name is called and he is summoned to follow a young lady back to a small, cozy, sunny room.

"Mr. Jackson, take a seat, make yourself comfortable." The man sitting in the chair next to a desk says. "I'm Dr. Thompson and I will be your therapist. I'm sure Chiron told you that I'm one of his former students and also a demigod. I'm a son of Athena."

"Yeah." Percy confirms. "I'm a son of Poseidon."

"Would you prefer I call you Mr. Jackson or Perseus or something else?" asks.

"Percy." The son of Poseidon mumbles.

"Okay. Percy, what do you want to talk about today?"

Should I start with the first war? Or being kidnapped by Hera? The amnesia was pretty awful, maybe I could start with that? But then there was the quest to Alaska and that's when my fear of drowning surfaced. But then after that the Argo II came and we left for the war against Gaea. And then Annabeth went on her solo quest so maybe I should talk about how scared I was? And when she came back, she had a broken ankle and she was about to be dragged into Tartarus and I couldn't let her go alone so I jumped in after her. There are way too many things that I could be talking about because after we got back, we defeated Gaea and Leo died. That's when the panic attacks started. Where in the world do I start?

"Don't overthink it." Dr. Thompson advises.

"I- um-" Percy stutters. "I-I don't think I can do this." The son of Poseidon pushes himself up off the couch, not without a struggle though. He moves towards the door and places his hand on the handle.

"Percy, please." Dr. Thompson stops him. "Look, I know this is hard, and I won't force you to stay or tell me anything you don't want to. I know some things are hard or uncomfortable to talk about but you chose to come here."

Damn it. He's right. I told Chiron I needed this. I need this.

"And if you're anything like Chiron said you were, I think you'd be pretty disappointed if you left without giving it a real try." The therapist makes a point.

Ah shit. I can't leave. I have to try. It might actually help. I can't leave here without getting help.

"We don't have to talk about the hard stuff today. We just met and I don't expect you to pour out all of your emotional baggage in the first session. Let's just get a conversation going and I'll see if I can help you." The therapist replies.

"I don't know what's wrong." Percy mutters.

"That's okay," Dr. Thompson assures. "If you knew what was wrong it'd be easy to solve and you wouldn't be here. So, tell me about yourself okay? Let's start with your favorite place, your favorite people, and your favorite food."

"Um-uh… the-the beach at Camp Half-Blood. My girlfriend Annabeth, my mom, my best friend Grover and all the rest of the seven. A-and blue chocolate chip cookies." Percy answers.

"Tell me about them. What do you do on the beach? Where did you meet your girlfriend? Why are the cookies blue?" He continues.

"Sometimes I sit on the bottom of the lake for hours, other times I just sit and watch the sunset. I met Annabeth in the infirmary right after I got to camp and we went on our first quest together a couple days later. And my mom worked at a candy shop and she proved to my old step-dad that food can be blue by bringing me bags of blue candy and baking blue cookies and pancakes." Percy elaborates.

"Good. Tell me anything you're comfortable with. If you need anything to make you feel comfortable let me know, I'm here to help."

The hour between when Percy sat back on the couch to when the therapist finished asking questions, is long to say the least. Percy answers the simple questions with a little too much difficulty and almost falls into more than one panic attack. He tries harder and harder but he can't talk about the topics that are actually troubling him. He dodges those topics.

Doctor Thompson remains patient and follows any trail of conversation that Percy takes. He allows Percy to take time to come up with answers and he doesn't push Percy when he skirts around certain questions.

In any other situation, the son of Poseidon would be up and pacing the room, but with his extensive amount of pretty severe injuries, he can't do anything but sit and bounce his leg.

Dr. Thompson speaks, "Well Percy, this has been an enlightening hour. I can't say I understand everything about you. I think this has been a good start."

"A good start? I haven't started telling you the gist of anything. This has been an easy and visibly meaningless Q&A." Percy sasses.

"It wasn't easy for you. And I found it extremely meaningful." Dr. Thompson comments.

"I didn't tell you about the- the-" Percy breathes heavily.

"Whatever it is you have avoided, you clearly don't like talking about. Even so, I believe I've learned some things that'll help me help you." Dr. Thompson states and Percy looks confused. "You worry. A lot about your friend's and family's well-being. You are highly protective of your friends and you consider them family. Your actual family includes your mom and step-dad who you love very much, but you feel like a burden since being a demigod comes with its dangers. You feel like a burden even with the smallest things so you do not say anything. You shoulder the blame and responsibility, even if it's not yours to take. You don't breathe well when your stress peaks. I assume you carry around a lot of stress and guilt even if you don't truly deserve to.

"From this, I surmise that the events from the past years have severely compromised your emotional health. The panic attacks, fluctuating emotions, and nightmares are directly linked to those events. You are deeply troubled by specific memories." Percy's jaw is on the floor by the amount of information the therapist gathered from a short hour filled with no actual hard conversations.

"How are you coping? What are you doing to help the stress?"

"I'm not. I don't know what to do. I don't know what's going on or what the triggers are. It's like one minute I'm fine, the next, I'm freaking out over something. Nothing helps and now with all this I can't even train or teach or go to school." Percy admits.

"Okay. I think I've gathered some information that can help me prescribe some coping mechanisms. Normally I would advise studying a martial art or some form of physical activity, but with your current injured state I can't. I can and will recommend taking up drawing. It doesn't have to be concrete or be perfect in any way, it can be abstract or even scribbles for all I care but I think it will help. I have one more coping mechanism for you: If there's anything at all that peaks your interest, study it, master it. It can be something related to school or sports or anything at all but I'll ask you the next time you come if you've picked anything up." Dr. Thompson suggests.

"Okay. I'll keep those things in mind." Percy responds.

"Another thing for anxiety and panic attacks, it's a technique of breathing called box breathing. You exhale and empty your lungs then breathe in for four seconds, hold it for four seconds, breathe out for four seconds, and hold it for four seconds. Do this three to four times and your breathing should be back to normal or at least your chest will hurt less." The son of Athena explains. "Why don't you try it once with me?" He says, more of a command than a suggestion.

"Okay." Percy whispers. The therapist loudly exhales and Percy does the same as the doctor leads him through the exercise 3 times.

"How do you feel?" Dr. Thompson asks.

"My chest hurts a little less and my heart doesn't feel like it's beating as fast." Percy elaborates.

"Good. Good. That concludes our first session." The therapist stands from his chair as he moves to help Percy up. "I look forward to seeing you again soon."

"I'm sorry I tried to run but I'm really glad I stayed. I'll try to remember those things you told me about." Percy says as he takes the doctor's hand and hoists himself up. Dr. Thompson moves to his desk and grabs a blue notebook and a sticky note from it.

"You can use this notebook to draw in and I want you to bring it back with you every time you come. And here's my number and the office number for you to call or text. With my personal number I will answer a call or text within an hour tops."

"Okay." Percy says. The two men nod in goodbye and Percy walks out of the room. He finds Will and Annabeth in the waiting room and Annabeth runs to him.

"I'm so proud of you!" The daughter of Athena embraces Percy in a hug then kisses him. "You did it."

"Way to go, Perce." Will steps up. "I'm glad you got the help you needed."

"Me too."

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