The Hope in Our Scars

When I woke up again. My head felt like a meteor exploded. I looked up at my arm which was covered and all cleaned up. I started to sit up in bed. I moaned as excruciating pain once again, took advantage of my worn out body. Leo, the moan signaling his entrance, walked into check up on me. He was wearing a new dark blue flannel. His hair was still beautiful and curly as always. From our location, I could tell we had moved since I had fainted from exhaustion since our last attack with Kendra-the-raper-with-huge-boobs.
Leo came up to me, and wrapped his arms around me, careful not to brush even the slightest tip of my injured shoulder. He slowly turned me around to face him, and started to slowly suck on my neck, making me giggle, despite of the dullness I was consumed in.
I didn't know how to answer to this. So I just kindly, pushed Leo away from my neck, and sat straight up, trying hard not to wince.
"How were Kendra's boobs?" I asked.
"Excuse me?"
"The raper's enormous breasts."
"Oh. They were enormous and soft."
"Hey." A pillow landed on his face.
We bust out laughing at our own dirty joke. Leo had to stop me from bending over to laugh. He lifted me up and leaned in so only a couple of centimeters, were in our way from making out right there on the spot.
"Lily," Leo's tone turned serious, just like last night. "Clara told me, she was the daughter of Apollo, the sun god."
I nodded processing every new information in my head like a dog learning new tricks.
"She, she said there is a safe haven for both of us. I-it's called-"
His voice lowered to barely a whisper."Camp Half-blood."
The word sent faint shivers up my spine. Camp Half-blood. A home for demigods with mixed births like us. I stared at doubtly at Leo. Would the demigods there accept us? Or would they treat us like foreigners of a concentration camp?
Leo must have seen my hesitation. He also added this new piece of information that jolted me from my very deep thoughts. "Right now, we're in the camp for Roman demigods," he slowly said. "Camp Jupiter, Clara's home."
My eyes widened to saucers. And then curiousity got the best of me.
"Then why can't we stay here?"
Leo hesitated to answer my question. "It's because-"
The door to my bedroom creaked open and outside a girl about my age with dark brown hair emerged, her purple dress flowing, making even Leo stare at her. The girl for a second gave Leo a look of question. But quickly hid it, and gave us her strict look she had started with. I immediately took a mysterious wonder towards her. My question was quickly answered in a matter of seconds.
"I'm Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, praetor of this Camp Jupiter, daughter of Bellona. Nice to be in your service. Now let us decide who will claim you."

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