Percy Jackson

You sit in the infirmary, the smell of disinfectant filling the air as you hold a wet rag to your wounds. You stare at the wall, trying to avoid your thoughts.

You sit in your cabin, the one thing that keeps you sane. You are very angry with Percy for leaving you, and you are sad because of the prophecy. You hear a knock on the door.

You were in the infirmary, your arms and legs wrapped in bandages. Your face was pale and tired.