PJO/HoO× Reader One-shots

Please Don't Go(Jason Grace)

He's my favorite besides Luke and I feel like he needs another chapter XD. @Lost_World102 I'll do a Leo soon but I'm using the idea you gave me. :/

"(Y/N)!" A voice shouted and you had just enough time to turn before you collided with a car. It didn't hurt like you thought it would. The screeching of tires filled your ears and you almost screamed, but you couldn't find your voice. People were rushing toward you and the car had stopped. Your vision was hazy and red, people crowding around you.

"Call an ambulance! I think she busted her head!" A woman shouts and a familiar face pushes his way into your vision.

"(Y/N)!" He said first. "Stay with us okay? You'll be okay, it'll be all good." He stopped talking and while taking your hand, soft murmuring began. He looked down to you and it felt like it was raining. Soft drops of water landing on your face. A loud siren echoed in your head, ringing and searing your mind. You wanted to cover your ears but couldn't find the strength.

Someone placed something on your face and then arms were lifting you onto a stretcher. A boy was following you the same one who told you it would be okay. He looked oddly familiar and you couldn't find a name to match his face. You scrunch your eyebrows only for it to hurt like fire.

The doors to the ambulance shut after the boy hand got on and took your hand. He kept muttering things and the other people were checking things on a monitor. Your vision fades in and out and you stare at the boy in front of you. So familiar yet so strange...

"(Y/N), sweetheart, it'll be okay. The hospital will fix you up." The boy was crying now, his face red and his eyes puffy. Why was he so sad? "You will be fine. Thalia has Victor and (your sibling) is on their way. Please don't go. Not now. Please don't leave me, (Y/N), please I love you too much."

Who was this boy? Why is he talking to you? Your heart began to race as you processed him holding your hand and telling you he loves you. A man in a blue outfit takes the boy's hand off of you as you stare at him wide eyed. He pushes the boy toward the back of the ambulance and your heartbeat slows. You look one more time to the boy before your vision winks out.

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Your eyes opened to a florescent bulbs flickering in your vision. A warm presence held your hand and you looked down to it to see a man. His blond hair was ruffled like he had ran his hands through it many, many times and it was greasy like it hadn't been washed in a couple weeks. You shifted uncomfortably and he raised his head, his eye looking at you relieved. Dark circles sat beneath them, and the blue there was dark.

"Oh my gosh, (Y/N)!" He shouted and he hugged you tightly. You pat his back, not sure what to do.

When he pulls away, you tilt your head. "Do I know you?" He froze, all the muscles on his body tensing and his mouth opened slightly.

"You don't remember me?" He asks quietly. You shook your head and his eyes tear up. You felt bad. Was he important to you? "You don't remember Victor either I assume?" He choked on some tears.

"Victor?" You asked and he silently looked behind him to a boy in the corner, who looked to be about fifteen. His (e/c) eyes stared at you and he was wiping furiously at them, the rubbing his hands on his black jeans. He walked toward you and sat on the bed beside your knees.

"Mom?" He asked, his voice cracking and the man put a hand on his knee. "Mom, do you remember me?" You put a hand on the boy's.

"You all seem like nice people, but I don't think I've ever seen you before... I'm sorry..." You say quietly.

The boy started crying and gets up from the bed hurridly and rushing out the door. The man patted your hand and hurried out after Victor and you stared at where he sat. You noticed a book at the end of your bed and lifted it up. You flipped though it and saw pictures of a little boy, probably only four in them. He was smiling great big while sitting behind a cake and in small letters at the bottom of the page was written, Year two of (Y/N) in a coma. Confused you flip a couple more pages to see a boy at age ten riding a bicycle down a street toward whomever was taking the picture, his eyes closed, his face pale with fear. The same small letter were scribbled in the bottom. Year eight of (Y/N) in a coma. You were crying now. These people were your family and you've missed life with them.

You turned the page to see in big letters Birthday With Mommy! You looked at the pictures to see a picture of a twelve year old boy sitting beside a woman with her eyes closed in the hospital and choked. That woman was you. And scribbled in the bottom was Year ten of (Y/N) in a coma. The boy is around fifteen now so you've been in a coma for thirteen years. You look up to see both of them in the doorway, looking at you with hopeful eyes.

"I don't remember this, but I'm hoping you can help me remember and tell me about all the things I've missed. I'd love you have you as my family."