Percy's POV
I stared at Annabeth's hand.
It was frustrating, having her in front of me, unmoving and asleep. I wish I could shake her awake. She was beautiful, with her blonde curls spread around her face.
"Percy."
I held Annabeth's hand close to my face.
"Yes?"
"... Go and rest. I'll watch over her."
I didn't know how to react. I was shocked by what he had said to Apollo.
Then it meant...
But I still was angry at him.
Honestly, I just wanted to lie down and sleep for forever, but I wanted to stay next to Annabeth. If I slept alone, I felt like I would freeze to death. I wished my heart would heat me up from inside. I wished I could still feel that hot passion- the passion to love, live, and enjoy life.
The passion that had lighted my way ad a hero.
What was I now, without the passion to keep me alive?
"... I'm not tired."
"... You think I'll believe it?"
I was silent for a moment.
"Just.... Can't I stay with Annabeth for a moment?"
He let out a long sigh. "I'll pull that sofa over here and you can sleep next to her. Good enough?"
I nodded slowly.
He started pulling the sofa and I stood up abruptly.
"I can do it-"
"Move." he grunted.
I moved myself and the chair out of the way and Victor unfolded the sofa. He tossed a few blankets on it and grabbed his scarf and wrapped it around my neck. I looked down at it.
"You can't catch a cold." he said stiffly, making it a bit tighter.
"... You're going to choke me."
He scowled. He took his hands away.
"The nymphs say you're handsome."
"... Thats why they were staring at me."
He sighed. "Go to sleep."
"... Are you leaving?"
"What do you want me to do?"
"... Stay."
He glanced at me. "You sure?"
I paused. "Yes."
"Don't ask me to tuck you in."
"I'm not a kid." I scoffed.
"You are to me."
I laid down on the sofa and slipped under the blankets. Victor turned off the lights and I heard him sit on the the other couch.
I didn't have the heat from inside, but I had enough heat from the outside to keep me alive.
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Of course I caught a cold.
Victor gleefully tossed me in my cabin so the other campers wouldn't be infected. But about half of the camp was sniffling and coughing. I still had the scarf around ny neck. I loosened it slightly.
I wanted to see Annabeth again. I tried to draw her face in my head, but all I could see was her sleeping face. I wanted to see her laugh. Talk. Get angry at me. I wished her emotionless face could change soon. I felt sore. I wondered if I could sleep again. I could eat. I sat up. I could go out to eat. Victor couldn't say anything about that. I swung my legs off the bed and pulled on my coat. What would I have for dinner? I actually felt hungry. It felt odd.
I thought about BBQ, spicy and sweet.
Yes.
I got a plate of the BBQ and dug in. I couldn't remember the last time I had a proper meal.
"Percy!"
Victor clasped his hands on my shoulders.
"I'm pretty sure I told you to stay in your cabin."
I wiped my mouth. "I was hungry."
He softed. "Really?" he sighed. "Alright. Don't stay out though. Your cold could get worse." He stared at the scarf and unwrapped it.
"You forgot to take this off."
I hadn't noticed because it had been around my neck for so long. I saw a biy of BBQ sauce.
"Oh, I'm sorry-"
"It's alright." He said, folding it. "Do you have a decent scarf?"
I shook my head slowly.
"I'll give one to you." he patted me on the shoulder. "Eat up. You need it."
I watched him take away the scarf and I looked around. There were many campers. Since I had been known as the Son of Posiedon, I was always alone. I was used to it.
But after a long time had passed, the counsilers got busier. We couldn't always match our time for lunch, so we left it to other campers. I sighed and looked at Malcom, who was at the head of the table staring over his blonde haired siblings. Their hair reminded me of how Annabeth's hair had spread around her face like a halo. Like rays of sun. I sighed. I didn't feel full at all, even when I had ate. Probably because I hadn't ate in a long time. I got three slices of pizza and a clump of grapes.
"Hey."
"Don't you have to go to your table?"
"I'm hurt Perce."
I glanced at Frank. "Hi." I said flatly.
He frowned. "I thought you would be glad to see me!"
I chuckled. "I am. I am, but...." I sighed and forced a smile. "No. I was just... Worried."
He nodded, though I could see that he wasn't over it. "I haven't seen you eat in a long time."
"... I guess we came at different times."
He smiled. "Actually, I haven't seen you in a long time. You know, we were both busy and all...."
I nodded. "How's the Roman Camp?"
"Alright. Our army has grown much larger. Our city too."
"Thats nice."
"Is everything all right in the Chaos army?"
I nodded, swallowing. "Everything's under control now."
"Thats nice."
I stood up. "I need to go now."
"Nice talking with you."
"Ditto."
I truged back to my cabin. I wanted to head to the arena. I wanted to forget. I shook my head.
Not in that way.
I flopped on my bed. I was now feeling uncomfortably full. I could skip breakfast tommorow. I remembered there was capture the flag tonight. I sighed. Of course I couldn't do it. I felt to sore. I streched. Sleep.... I grabbed the bottle of sleeping pills and rattled one into my palm. Atleast my insomnia had gotten better. I didn't need it all the time.
Happy thoughts.
I sighed and flopped back on my bed.
Happy thoughts.
Ugggg...
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