All Is Fair In Love And Friends

Lucas still held onto Riley's hand eight days later in the infirmary. Her face was flushed pink, her eyes were fluttered closed, and her dark hair was shiny and smooth as ever. She looked so serene and peaceful. If Lucas had been asked to describe a sleeping angel, he would hand the asker a photo of Riley.
Lucas, on the other hand, looked like he had been hit by a bus, and then fell asleep under a mechanical bull. He had humongous bags under his eyes, his hair was tangled and tousled in a hideous way, his head thumped with a migraine.
He didn't want to eat or sleep. Poseidon's table and cabin felt too lonely. Lucas wondered how Percy Jackson survived in there. But then again, based on the stories that were circling around about the legendary hero, he was barely at Camp Half Blood. Every summer he went on a quest, and then he went back to school in the fall, except for when Hera erased his memory post Giant War.
But that was besides the point.
Lucas stared dejectedly at the blisters one his fingers. They were there because Chiron litterally came before every meal to get Lucas to eat. How did that warn him blisters? Because Chirom had to use a crow bar to pry the boy's fingers off of Riley's hand so he could go to the dining pavilion, eat as quickly as he could, and run back to the infirmary.
Lucas reached up and felt the numerous lumps that were now residing in the back of his head, hiding under the curls and curls. How did he get those bumps? Funny you would ask. You see, every night for the past two nights, Lucas had stayed beside Riley's bed side wayy past curfew. So Chirom got the brilliant idea of knocking him upside the head with a pan so he would get knocked out. Then, two other campers would drag him back to his cabin. Chiron was running out of space to hit him with a pan.
The only thing wrong with this was that Lucas always woke up. And every night he would gaze up at Riley's bunk, expecting to see the silhouette of her chest moving up and down evenly. And then he would remember, he would remember how it felt as she went limp in his arms the day she passed out, how her skin had dropped in temperature almost instantly. How small her breaths were. It scared the shit out of him at just the thought of loosing Riley. He loved everything about her, her hair, her smile, her laugh, her eyes, her loyalty, her impartial judgement, her genorousity,her courage, her strength, her humor. He loved how she laughed at his stupid jokes, and how she would get that playful glint in her eyes that told him she was up to something. Riley drew him crazy, but in a good way, a perfect way.
Lucas gripped Riley's hand tighter. He leaned in a pecked her cheek. A tear slipped out of his eye. He gazed at Riley. Here, was a girl, who only a few days ago, was so full of life and happiness, who would gladly help everyone she knew before even thinking of herself. And now, the only thing that told you she was even alive was the rising and falling of her chest and the soft breaths that were escaping her lips.
"Rye, I know you probably can't hear me, but please, wake up. You need to, things aren't the same without you. The whole camp is sad, Jasmine hasn't left her cabin since the Incident, Nick and Tyler have been storming around pissed out of their minds, picking fights, and Serena seems like she's ready to cry, scream, punch something, and run away at the same time. You hold us all together, Riley. Tyler and Serena might be the legacies of Zeus, but YOU'RE our leader. Please, come back to us, Rye. We need you...I need you." Lucas whispered. Another year slid down his cheek. It dropped onto the bed spread.
Of course Riley didn't respond. She just kept on breathing. Lucas looked away. He didn't know why he seemed sadder, but he did. Riley wasn't going to respond, she wasn't going to talk, or send dreams or visions. All she was going to do was keep in breathing, and maybe....maybe that was for the best for now. She WOULD wake up, even if it meant him storming into Olympus and demanding for her to be woken up.
And then....and then...Lucas felt a squeeze on his hand. His eyes widened. Was she responding?
Lucas cut his gaze towards her face. His heart dropped into his stomach. Riley's eye brows were furrowed and her lips were pulled into a taut frown. She had scrunched up her nose and was moving her lips, saying something in a barely audible whisper. A tear slid down her cheek.
Lucas leaned in and caught the words she was whispering in fear. When he deciphered what she was whispering, he almost went wild with worry.
Riley was whispering, "Lucas....help me."

Notes

I'm so sorry for the cliff hanger!! You guys probably hate me now ;__; And I know I said that I would try to make this happier, sorry again!! €~€ I suck at keeping promises. *cry*
But anyways....keep checking to find out what happens to Riley and Lucas. I love you guys, thanks so much for reading!! I saw that I was 3rd on the popular stories page...which doesn't make sense because SOOO many stories up there are better than my beginner fic (aka: Mortals and Demigods)
But see you later guys!! I'll update tomorrow!! <333
XOXO,
Nova