Authors note: from here it gets a little graphic, so procied with caution.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Percy Jackson; all rights go to the
almighty Rick Riordan.
Percy's pov: "Annabeth are you ok?" stupid question, of course, she wasn't ok, but
Annabeth just shook her head. That scared me. normally Annabeth would come up
with some clever comeback to combat my stupidity. "what's wrong?" "my head and
stomach are killing me," she said in a weak voice. She sat up with some effort.
"Percy, I-I don't feel so good"
Annabeth pov: "Annabeth are you ok?" Percy asked. I wanted to say something like
"Yes seaweed brain, I'm wonderful" but I didn't really have the energy, so I just
shook my head. I pulled myself into a sitting position and immediately realized it was
a mistake. "I-i don't feel so good Percy." his face paled a bit when he realized what I
meant, but lunged for the nearest trash can and shoved it under me. "Don't throw
up, don't throw up, don't throw up," I thought as my stomach churned. To late. I
groaned as everything I had eaten for dinner the night before fell into the wating bucket. My face burned. Why did
Percy have to see me like this? I was engulfed in another round of vomiting, but this
one felt different, worse even. I was still trying to figure out why when spots of red
appeared in the bucket. Soft hands pulled back my hair and rubbed my back. I
shuddered and tears started pouring down my face. "Annabeth, it's ok, let's get you
to the big house.," Percy said, in a much softer voice.