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Food poisoning?

Annabeth hadn't eaten anything, we'd ordered pizza a couple of hours ago but she didn't have a single slice, and even if she had eaten it then wouldn't I have vomited too?

Annabeth didn't eat a lot in general, the first couple of times I thought it was because of me but then I narrowed it down to her not having a very big appetite. I don't think she thought I knew but I did, I just never brought it up because I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable.

So it wasn't food poisoning.

Oh my god. What if she's pregnant?

I hoped this wasn't true.

I wasn't ready to be a father, I was seventeen and didn't know anything about kids. I could hardly take care of myself.

Besides, when we did it, we used condoms. Neither of us were idiots, neither of us wanted to raise a small human and neither of us wanted to explain it to our parents.

Especially not me, Mom would not be happy if she found out that I got my girlfriend of three months pregnant. That was not a conversation I wanted to have. And I'm sure Annabeth felt the same when it came to her Dad.

I know I did. I certainly couldn't imagine a world where he would be happy that I knocked up his seventeen-year-old daughter. No matter how much he like me.

But it did seem the most likely possibility.

What am I going to do? 

I turned back to Annabeth and I noticed she was starting to get worse. Her was pulse getting weaker and she looked much paler.

I grabbed my phone from my pocket and dialled 911.

A male voice came from the other side. "Hello, 911 what's your emergency?"

"Um hello, my girlfriend vomited and then fainted and she's not waking up or responding and her pulse is getting weaker, she looks really pale."

"Okay sir, I'm gonna need you to calm down and give me your name and address." I heard the sound of typing and another voice, this one female.

I took a deep breath. (in the mirror, sorry big swiftie hehe) "My name is Percy Jackson and the address is *insert random NY address here*."

"I'm also going to need you to tell me the patient's name and what you think is wrong with her." (Sorry if this ain't accurate)

"Her name is Annabeth Chase and I think she might be pregnant."

"Uh-huh okay, the ambulance will be arriving in ten minutes, I'm going to get you to stay on the line so you can update me on her condition. Understood?"

"Yeah, can I make another call though?"

"Of course."

I grabbed her phone from the bedside table and called her father.

He picked up after three rings.

"Hello, Annabeth is something wrong?"

"Hi Mr. Chase, there is something very wrong also I'm not Annabeth."

"Um hi, Percy, what is it?"

"How do I say this? Annabeth vomited and then fainted, she's not responding, her pulse is very weak and she's extremely pale. I just called 911 and they said they'd be here in ten minutes, but she's getting worse. So can you please come home?"

"We'll be there soon, Percy." He hung up.

Five minutes later Mr. Chase arrived, by then I had Annabeth on the couch downstairs.