"What going on? Who are you? Where am I? Where is Rebecca?" I ask. "And how long was I out?"

He bites his lip, "You're at camp half- blood, and I'm Nico de Angelo. You were out for about three weeks. You were in a coma."

"Where's Rebecca?" I say not caring I was out for three weeks.

He hesitates, "She's gone."

"What do you mean she's gone?!" I yell jumping out of the bed waking Trent up. My body flares with pain. I collapse to the floor. Nico comes over to help me up. I push him away.

"She didn't make it," he says.

I start to cry. Trent comes over to comfort me. I push him away too, "Leave me alone." He tries to comfort me again. "Get away from me!" I yell.

I push myself up against the wall. As much as it hurts, I pull my legs up into a cradle position.

"Let her have her space," someone says. I look up to expect Trent saying it, but no. It was Alec. He was the last person I expected to say that.

---

I mourned for weeks about Rebecca's death. It takes so long to recover from my own. Healers come, and go. Trent stays by my side like twenty-four/seven. He can't stand to see me like this. I'm depressed, barely eating, and only talking a little.

My pain weakens everyday. I learned that I had died from when I hit the tree. Nico told me. Trent used the Golden Fleece to heal me, and bring me back. I guess it was too late for Rebecca. Nico said that she was placed in Elysium, so I guess it's all good.

A girl named Annabeth teaches me Greek mythology, and the Greek language daily. She’s about tweny years old. She says I've been doing really good.

I got to see my dad. He was so grateful to see me. He wasn't mad at all. Though that was because nobody told him I died, and came back to life.

Trent walks in, "Hey baby."

"Hey."

"How are you doing?" he asks.

"I should be good in about two weeks."

"That's good. Do you think you can walk?"

"Yeah," I reply pulling the blanket off my legs.

I get off the bed, and begin to walk. I'm a little crooked because I haven't walked in weeks. I usually use a wheelchair to go outside, and to the restroom.

I wobble around, and almost fall. Trent catches me.

"Thanks," I say.

"No problem. That's what I'm here for," he replies.

He helps me outside to the porch next to Chiron. (The porch of the big house. They knew I would be here for a while, so they gave me my own room. But only until I'm fully better. Then I get the joy of going to the Hermes cabin). Yay.

I look out at the camp.

"I see you are recovering well," Chiron says.

"Yeah," I reply. "I want to be able to start the activities soon.”

“You don’t want to go back to school?”

“No. I’ll go back next year."

"But don't you have friends. They'll move up, and you won't."

"I can always see them next year.”

“Yeah.”

I walk back into my room with the help of Trent.

---

“Okay Peyton. Just let me change the bandage, and you’ll be good.”

I lift up my shirt so Will can take them off. He’s about tweny-one. He’s the best healer at camp I guess. That’s what Trent told me. He starts to unwrap the bandage. Once he gets them all off, I feel him poke the middle of my back.

“What the heck?” I shout.

“Do you feel any stinging or irritation right there?” Will asks.

“Now that you mention that, it does feel a little irritated.” I answer. "Because you poked it!!!!"

"Hey Trent. Would you mind bringing me that gauze?" Will asks.

"Sure," he answers walking over with the bandage.

I turn my head back to see him. He's looking straight into my back where Will poked it. His skin is like paper white as if he has seen a ghost.

"Will you stop staring. That is weird," I say smiling.

“Uhh. Yeah. Sorry,” Trent studders. He takes my hand. “I’ll show you around camp.”

Notes

Posting two or three today!