"Percy! What happened?" Mom screams looking at my sick self.
I'm still sweaty. My muscles are still sore. Blood is running out of my eyes and ear. I think this'll give her a heart attack. Thank Poseidon Dean's not here. Asclepius was also there because I asked him to come. I sent him an email (it's a weird magical god thing that I don't know how to explain).
"Ah. We meet at last Mrs. Jackson; Poseidon talks very highly of you." Asclepius stands up.
"Who are you?" Mom asks.
"Asclepius, God of Healing." He does a bow.
"Percy, what happened to you? Is this a demigod thing?" She asks.
"Unfortunately, yes. He has a special kind of Cancer." Asclepius says.
"What?" Mom breathes.
"Mom... I have Cancer, but hey I'm fine." I say.
"Percy if you have Cancer, you are not fine!" She screams.
"Right..." I shrug.
"Mrs. Jackson, we don't exactly know the origins of this disease but it's very ancient." Asclepius says.
"Go on." Mom falls into a chair.
"Mom, I'll be fine, what's the worst that can happen?" I ask.
"A few things actually. One, you could transform into a monster. Two, you could die from extreme blood loss. Three-" He starts.
"I get it!" I yell.
He nods and draws back. Mom was in tears. She looks pale. She's panting. I wipe off the blood on me and take her hand.
"Oh, Percy, I can't lose you." She sniffs.
"You won't." I say.
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𝔓𝔢𝔯𝔠𝔶 𝔍𝔞𝔠𝔨𝔰𝔬𝔫, 𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔬𝔫'𝔰 ℭ𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢
FantasyThis is going to be dark. If you have second thoughts, don't read this book. Seriously it's not for the faint hearted. I'm not even sure I'll survive. I'm battling dragons again, but this time is so different I'm fighting myself. What I mean by that...
