·Jills pov·
The bell rings, and every one leaves. I am too stunned to move, I stare blankly at Mollie then Max. He gets up of the floor, and glares at Mollie.
There's a moment of quiet, then Mollie lunges at Max.
I don't know why, but I shoved myself in the way of Mollie, the dagger hitting my gut, instead of Max's. I gasp in pain as it impales my skin, and blood runs down my lower stomach.
'Styx!' she exclaims. She drops the dagger and reaches for something else. It looks like... Food. She takes some out and shoves in my mouth. She seems terrified. "Don't even think about spitting that out it could save your life!"
I growl at her, and just keep it in my mouth, and don't eat it. I start to get dizzy. "What did you give to her?!" Max is back to regular, and looks worried at me, and then glares at Mollie.
"Ambrosia. Food of the gods. Trust me, though right now you probaly don't, it will save her. Otherwise I'm not all good at first aid. Now, what are you?" she asks Max.
I lean against Max for support, I'm not going to eat that stuff, plus, it tastes gross. I spit it out. I look down, seeing my leggings and white hoodie are soaked with blood. I look back at Max, then at Mollie.
She glares at. She sighs and turns away.
"In done. Good luck dieing. See you in Hades, maybe you'll live long enough for someone you'll let help you to bring you to camp. I'll try to get Chiron to send someone else."
"Wait. Chiron?" Max says and looks at Mollie, "Your from half-blood?" Max puts somthing different in my mouth, and I eat it, and start to heal. She stops, looks back and raise some eyebrow, quite clearly sending one message. Duh.
"Your here for her?" Max looks down at me, as I hug him as a support. She nods. "Oh, someone was supposed to take her to SPQR..." Max runs his hand over my wound, and bandages appear wrapped around my gut.
"New Rome. You just said SPQR is a physical place. You were supposed to take her to New Rome, or Camp Jupiter. We never received any info that a Roman camper would be coming to retrieve a half-blood. In New York. All the way across the country, in Greek territory. You know she is Roman and could have saved you selves money and time by telling CHB and letting us inform her then send her to Lupa. And since when has your camp ever searched for campers? Everyone at your camp either found their own way to Lupa or is a legacy born in New Rome."
"She's a Roman. Always has been." He says, "She was put there by her godly parent when she was three."