Time for Sea of Monsters!
His dreams centered around Thalia, always in her straight-jacket.
They played Go-Fish more often than not. If they weren't in the mood for a game, they would just sit next to each other quietly, watching the dream-world move by like a flowing river.
Except tonight…she appeared, but different.
Wrong.
There were bags under her eyes, her skin was tinged blue. Her body was wracked with shivers, like she couldn't keep warm. There was a hole in her shoulder, he realised, oozing red and green interchangeably.
The world tilted, something like rage crept into his vision.
Who would dare—
"Something's wrong," she croaked. "Percy—"
He dropped to his knees in front of her, hands clamping around the wound. It stung his hands, burning.
It was like she was decaying right then and there.
"Percy," Thalia whispered. "Help me—"
"I will," he said. "I will—"
"Percy," she wheezed.
The room spun, shook. He was going to be sick; what was happening?
Why was she slipping away?
"Percy."
"Wait for me—"
He woke up drenched in sweat and wheezing. The dream faded away, slipped through his fingers like sand. He couldn't remember what was wrong—
He lunged up, half tripping over himself to get to the bathroom.
"Percy?"
He started the water, shaky hands knocking over the things on the sink in an attempt for the salt.
"Percy?" Footsteps came closer.
Where was it?
He dropped into the tub—
"Percy!"
The door burst open. His mother was suddenly there, hovering over him in worry. She was immediately moving, plugging the tub, finding and pouring the salt he'd missed.
"Oh," her voice was gentle, "Percy…"