~Annabeth
Will Solace was hunched over a cot, force feeding Percy something, probably ambrosia. Will checked a couple things on his computer screen, then collapsed in a chair. He jumped back up when he realized I was there.
Will didn't look much better than I felt. He had bags under his eyes, and the blood on his clothes contrasted his pale skin. When he spoke, his voice sounded very tired and muggy. "You want to see him?"
"Yes," I replied, not being able to say much else.
He dragged a chair over to the cot where Percy lay and gestured for me to sit down. I gasped when I saw Percy's face. He was almost translucently pale, and sweat dripped down his cheeks. His hair was strewn to one side, and his mouth was slightly open.
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You Can't Save Me Now ✔️
Fanfiction"I hate you, Perseus Jackson!" That's how I knew she was mad. Annabeth never uses my full name unless she's seriously mad. But those words, they hurt more than a dagger through my Achilles' spot. ---------------- Welcome to my first book...
