Surviving

Wounded

POV: Annabeth

I was surprised when Percy called. I was also absolutely terrified and confused as to why.

When he called I could barely see his face and the connection wasn't very good, but I could hear the pain in his voice. And the way in which Grover reacted I knew it was more than he fell down the stairs or has a terrible hangover.

I rushed to meet Grover and the rest of the group was there already. Grover took control and had us wait outside with much protest, while he rushed into the apartment building. I didn't even know that this is wear he lives. The building was practically falling apart.

We were all waiting in tense silence.

10 minutes later Grover came out with a pale, bloody Percy. Grover couldn't carry him, so Percy's arm was draped over Grover's shoulder. Calypso screamed and ran towards them. Jason following close behind. Jason helped Grover with Percy and Calypso tried to keep Percy awake and tend to his wounds.

His wounds.

His shirt was drenched in blood and his face was as pale as a ghost.

The rest of us just stood there in shock. Too bad Will wasn't here, his dad's a doctor.

Tears were streaming down Calypso's face as she struggled to keep Percy awake. She started barking orders at Jason and everyone else.

"Does anyone have a sweater that they don't care about? Hell, take your goddamn pants off I need to stop blood. We need to get him to a hospital."

Percy was just lying there motionless, but at the word hospital he seemed to react. "No," he croaked "no hospital" Calypso began to protest, but Grover gave her a look.

Percy slowly sat up and began tending to his own wounds. "You guys all shouldn't have come. It's unnecessary. Grover will take me to his place an you can just forget that this happened."

I scoffed "Perseus Jackson, there is no chance in hell that we will just forget that this happened. We will all take you to Grover's house and take care of you. Then once you are feeling better you will explain to all of us what happened, so that we can help you and fix things."

A small bitter smile appeared on Percys face. "Help me? Fix things?" Is all he said before closing the car door and having Grover drive him away.

The rest of the group met up at Grover's house a few hours later.

The color in Percy's face had returned and he seemed to feel better. We all gathered by his bed and demanded to know what happened.

He kept it vague. He told us that when he opened one of his cupboards a knife fell out and grazed him. Not exactly the best excuse. Calypso refused to believe it. She knew he was lying. We all knew it.

"So, what, your mom or dad didn't notice that their son had been stabbed by a knife and let you run into the hall?" Leo asked confused.

Percy sighed and grabbed some aspirin and water. "My dad's dead, Leo." he said relaxed, like it was no big deal. Most of the group looked shocked.

"What do you mean dead?" Leo asked.

Percy groaned "Well, Leo, my father is dead. He is in the realm of Hades, or Heaven, or whatever. He's worm food. He's 6 feet underground," Percy face iced over and his jaw clenched. "Or  underwater." I heard him mumble.

"What about your mom?" Hazel asked timidly. If Percy's face wasn't already cold and upset now it definitely was. The mere mention if his mom made his face red "What are you guys still doing here anyway? I told you what happened. You should all just go."