Percy's POV
It hurt.
The whole situation did.
I flinched as Victor cleaned the bleeding cut on my face with a cotton swab. He was very silent. Chaos seemed mad also.
I really didn't mind though.
"... What did I do wrong?"
Victor paused. He resumed, but didn't answer my question. I sighed.
"I still need to fight tommorow...." I mused.
He stopped completely, and the cotton swab fell to the ground.
"You as*hole."
"Victor-"
"Shut up."
Gritting his teeth, he once again got another cotton swab and started cleaning the cuts again.
"Take off your shirt."
I carefully pulled off the crumpled bloodstained button up shirt. I looked down at the wound to see it gaping, red and open. He cleaned the wound, which stung like crazy. He cut out the old stiches and gave me stiches again, and did the same to my shoulder wounds and finished tending to my wounds.
"You won't have anything for a month." He said, closing the box. "He told you to rest."
"Chaos?"
"... Yes. I never saw him so angry before." He held both of my hands tight. "Percy. Please don't do anything for now. Don't look at the news. Chaos told me that he would keep the reporters away-"
"I know." I slipped my hands out of his. "I know."
He sighed and looked down. "Can you lift your leg?"
I lifted it and Victor felt my ankle to send a shot of red hot pain up my leg.
"Ow."
"It's not broken, but I think it's fractured. You'll have to limp around for a week or so." He looked at me. "Nowhere else?"
"Just bruises."
He stared skeptically at me. He sighed.
"It was a horrible day."
I didn't say anything.
"You did well. I would of been screaming my head off if I were you." he sighed. "That crazy man was a little off his rocker."
I looked down.
"Can I sleep?"
He stood up hastily. "Yeah. Rest."
He went out of the room, and I flopped down on the bed.
I still couldn't understand.
My feelings were mixed. I didn't know how to feel- sorry for myself or for the father. I knew what it felt to lose a son.
Murderer.
I never wanted to feel those sorrowfuly angry feelings again. His mangled body kept appearing in my head. How would the man feel like? There weren't even ashes left of his son.
I had played with him.
The same, burning in my chest appeared, and a invisible rock pressed on myself hard.
I understood a little.
I closed my eyes, cursing the tears that found it's way out.
Annabeth.
If she hadn't cut off my wings.
If the hellhounds didn't kill Theo.
If I was never born, what would it be like?
I didn't know.
But I bet it would be a much better world then now.
~
"He will do your job for a month."
Chaos put his hands on a man who looked about 40. He crossed his arms, glaring at all of us.
I looked at Chaos. "... What?"
"But he won't be able to do things properly!" Lee protested.
"Of course." Chaos said smoothly. "Apparently, he said that it was easy and he could do it much better than Omega here."
"How hard could it be?" the man said arrogently. "It's just doing papers and sending out patrols."
"But-"
"If he does better than Omega, I'll kick Omega out and make him Commander. If he doesn't...." he smiled.
"I'll do exactly what the citizens did to Omega."
"Deal." the man said triumphantly.
I looked down. I didn't want to say this in front of the man. I knew he wouldn't be able to do anything.
"What do you say, Commander."
The man sneered, taunting me. Victor clenched his fist.
He's dead anyway.
"I'm fine with it."
~
"What were you thinking?"
I slipped off my cloak and flopped on my bed. "He's dead anyway."
"But still!"
"I can do my best to turn things around." I heaved a sigh. "Get out."
Victor glared at me. "Think!"
"I am. I was. And I don't want to anymore."
"Percy-"
"I'm trying to sleep."
"You can't anyway. You'll be awake for an hour."
"Please."
"You're crazy." he huffed. "You don't know what he'll do."
I buried my face into my pillow. I heard Victor storm out of the room and I sighed. He was right. I would just spend an hour not being able to sleep. I stood up and went into the bathroom to get some sleeping drugs.
Sleep...
I dropped the bottle, spilling it all over the floor. Sighing, I sweeped it up, crouching down. It jarred my bad ankle, making me dropped the sweeped up pills all over again. I rubbed my temples and sweeped it up and threw it away and opened a new bottle. Taking a few pills, I laid on my bed again. Maybe I should of taken the painkillers too. I turned and fingered the blankets. He wouldn't do that bad. He'd be okay.
I closed my eyes and waited for sleep to come.
~
Chaos wasn't getting papers that were due a say ago.
The patrols were unorganized and soldiers weren't doing anything, just dancing around the confused Commander. The new Commander didn't stay up all night apperantly. He didn't send out patrols. All Chaos got were a few poorly done papers that he had to do all over again.
I was getting stressed along with Chaos too.
I had sneaked a laptop into my room and checked the news every day. I read all the comments, reading them again and again.
They weren't very nice.
I typed in a few critizing words, and pasued.
It wasn't their fault.
I pressed the delete button till eveything was gone.