Percy was lying on a blood stained cot in the very back of the infirmary, with a cream colored curtain surrounding him.
Different wires and tubes tangled with each other with one of the ends attached to a part of Percy's fragile body.
A dark haired daughter of Apollo was doing her best to mopping up all the blood leaking out of his mouth. But to be honest, it was hopeless. Percy's eyes were staring up at her doing nothing to help the situation. His eyes were dull and glassy but alive .. barely.
That last time Percy had a panic attack was extreme. He died for a full hour until somebody found out he was breathing.
As soon as Annabeth found out he was alive, she swore to herself that she would never look him in the eyes again. It was her fault that Percy 'died' in the first place and she made the oath(Keep in mind that it wasn't on the styx) to protect him from further pain.. .
but she didn't know that what she just did would actually hurt him worse than before
to the brink of being an empty, soulless shell
a wild beast
sry lol.. i felt like this chapter was meant to be short... :/
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Percy Jackson, a Nobody
Fanfiction*TW: self-harm, violence/blood* "You have little time.." Annabeth whispered, recollecting herself, but the tears stayed. "Please... don't lose yourself to your own mind." And she was gone. *Original Cover*
