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Silent Running

Chapter 30

Percy's POV

Steeling my resolve, I gathered my wits about me and approached the wooden door. There was no going back if I walked through and away from this world that was so simple and calming. I would have to make a choice.

Before I even made a decision, I knew there was no other choice. Twisting the door knob, I walked out into the sunlight.


The first thing I heard was a scream.

Annabeth's POV


"Please, come back to me, Percy," I whispered.


Sitting in the infirmary, next to Percy's unconscious form, I watched the moon drift across the sky, rising and falling on its path to the horizon. Will had left about half an hour ago to return to his cabin next door and take a short nap. I had doubted whether or not it was smart to leave with a patient in the infirmary, but the demigod son of Apollo was fairly positive that the son of Poseidon wouldn't wake up any time soon.

While I understood his need for sleep and the fact that Percy might not wake up soon, if at all, I couldn't help but feel nervous. What if something happens?

Though Will assured me that the chances of something happening were low, I hadn't allowed myself to fall asleep on the thin hospital mattress available to me in case of an emergency. I wasn't quite sure what an emergency would entail, but I didn't want to miss one.

The sun was peeking out from underneath the ocean when something changed.

There was a disturbance in the room; something didn't feel quite right. I glanced around, stopping myself from nodding off to sleep, worried that there was some kind of intruder. Some bad guy, some villain, looking to end the Hero of Olympus in his weakest moment. Or maybe it was a monster, having heard that the Hero of Olympus had become the new king of the werewolves, trying to eliminate the competition.

Or maybe the lack of sleep and extreme anxiety I had been experiencing lately made me tend more towards insanity.

I was about to write it off to frayed nerves and exhaustion, but something that could only be a gut instinct told me that I wasn't suffering from insanity. I looked around again, and that's when I saw it.

A twitch. A small twitch of a hand.

But not just any hand, Percy's hand.

For a moment, I was too shocked and thrilled and just flabbergasted to do anything but stare. The hand (his right hand, I noted absently) jolted again, knocking me from my trance. When I regained movement of my body and vocal cords, the first thing I did was scream.

"WILL!"

It was before six in the morning, the camp silent outside of the infirmary cabin, the one place
that still had dim lights lit. I didn't doubt that my exclamation would echo through camp, waking the son of Apollo earlier than he had originally imagined. But then again, he hadn't imagined that Percy would wake up at all, never less soon. It was just impossible.

Percy was always one for defying the impossible.

Quieter now, my mind finally catching up with everything and beginning to resume work at the daughter-of-Athena level I was used to, I crouched down in my chair next to Percy's bed.

"Percy?" I said softly, hardly daring to believe that he was once again performing the impossible.

There was nothing for a moment. No movement, no sound. My breath was trapped in my throat as I waited for a sign.

After what felt like an eternity but was probably only a second or two, Percy groaned lowly, softly.

"Percy," I said, barely containing my excitement, "you're okay." I felt tears of joy begin to gather in the corners of my eyes. ""You're okay."

Slowly, his green eyes flickered open. "Annabeth?" Percy croaked, blearily looking around until his eyes focused on me.

"Yeah," I breathed. "I'm here, Percy." Reaching out, I grabbed his hand.

"Annabeth," he repeated, his eyes slipping closed. "What happened to me?"

I forced a chuckle, though it sounded a bit hysterical and layered with tears. "You were a Seaweed Brain and took that antidote. You stuck a tooth in your back, and I guess you must've used up all your energy."

Percy grew frantic when I mentioned the antidote. Struggling, he attempted to sit up in the thin, uncomfortable hospital bed. "Did-did I take the antidote in time?" He asked in a panic.
"Did it work? What day is it?"

"Whoa, calm down Percy!" I exclaimed, gently pushing him back onto the bed. "You took the antidote in time, I think. I don't know if it worked. I had been hoping you would be able to tell us. You were only out for a few hours." Softer, I said, "Will was worried you wouldn't wake up. At all." I bit my lip, to show that I was worried too.

Percy stared up at me with his beautiful sea green eyes. "I'm sorry, Annabeth. I'm sorry." It seemed like a dam had broken inside him, because suddenly, all he could do was apologize. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Good gods, I'm so sorry."

"Percy," I cut across, silencing him with one word. "You don't need to apologize."

"But-"

"I've already forgiven you."

Will chose that moment to run in. "Annabeth?" He sounded panicked and tired. "What's wrong?"

I smiled at the son of Apollo and nodded my head towards the fully-awake Percy Jackson. "Nothing's wrong. But something has happened."

It took Will all of two seconds to realize what had happened and run to the left side of Percy's bed. "Percy?"

Percy smiled weakly. "Hey Will."

"How're you feeling?" The head of the infirmary asked cautiously.

"Like I was squished beneath a humpback whale beached on the coast and then attacked by a pride of lionesses," Percy deadpanned, "but otherwise, I feel fine."

Will snorted, smirking at the grinning son of Poseidon. "Geez, Perce, tell us how you really feel."

I laughed, relieved to finally make that noise again after going for so long without it. I couldn't remember the last time I had really laughed at anything. That thought itself was depressing.

Will continued with his questioning. "Did... Can you tell if the antidote worked?"

I waited with bated breath to hear what Percy would say. Could he tell by now? I knew he couldn't a moment ago, but did he know now?

Percy hesitated. "I don't... I don't think so."

I let the breath out, hearing Will let out a breath that sounded just like mine. I wasn't sure if it was a breath of relief or disappointment, but I knew whatever it was, it was leaving a pit in my stomach.

Will nodded, as if he had been expecting that answer. "That's alright. When you've recovered, we'll have to run some tests to see if you still have... If you still are..." He trailed off, unsure as to how he should answer.

Percy locked eyes with the son of Apollo. The dawn sunlight filtering through the windows landed on him, making Percy look like some kind of god in the rosy light. With no trace of mirth in his voice, he said not unkindly, "A werewolf. A monster. I know what I was, Will, and what I might still be. You don't have to try to tiptoe around the issue."

The head of the infirmary nodded his head quickly, swallowing hard. "Yes. Right. I know." He cleared his throat. "Do you want any food, Percy? I know it's early, but I don't know the last time you've eaten."

Percy shook his head. "I'm fine. I'm not that hungry."

Will continued with questions and examinations, making sure Percy wouldn't be dying or morphing into a large, furry creature any time soon. I zoned out, unable to pay that much attention to the monotonous conversation. My mind was too busy entertaining the idea that soon, I would know whether or not Percy would be able to remain with me. Whether or not he would be the enemy.

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