The Masquerade (Fem. Percy YJ Crossover)

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I whimpered clutching my head. It hurts so much.

I felt someone touch me, smoothing my hair.

"Percy..."

My eyes flickered open and I stared up at Dad.

"You look like schist." I mumbled, not moving.

"You don't look much better." He chuckled softly. "Come on, we need to get some food in you."

"I'm not hungry." Honestly the thought of food makes me want to throw up.

Sighing he slipped his arms under me before picking me up.

"You need to eat Percy, you threw up and you haven't eaten anything since you've gotten here."

I groaned, shaking hard. "Dad, let go."

"Sorry Percy but you-"

"Dad!" I struggled against his grip, too weak to really do anything.

"You're going to get worse if you-"

He cut off as my body dissolved before reforming.

"Percy it's not-"

This time I managed to dissolve fully and reappeared outside an apartment.

I've been here once before but I should be safe.

I lightly knocked on the door, breathing getting more labored.

"Hello?" A voice called from inside.

I leaned against the door. "Help..."

The door flew open and I fell inside, shivering.

"Percy?!" Diana yelled dropping to her knees beside me. "Are you okay?"

I didn't respond, curling up on myself.

"Are you okay?" She repeated.

I shook my head trying to sit up but failing.

"Hold on." She mumbled before picking me up and carrying me over to her couch.

Once she laid me down she grabbed a blanket and draped it over me.

"Tell me what's wrong." She whispered gently running a hand over my hair.

"Oil spill." I mumbled, blindly feeling for her hand. "Don't tell my dad I'm here."

"Why?"

"I've been at his place-" I paused to catch my breath. "For three days. He's being such a mother hen."

"To be fair, you seem to need the concern. You seem lighter than usual."

"Haven't eaten. Food just makes me feel worse." My eyes flickered open to look at her.

"You really should eat. You won't-"

"Save it Diana, Dad tried...I-"  I threw my hands over my mouth trying to suppress my scream.

"Percy!" She yelled catching me as I fell off the couch.

I clung to her, pressing my face into her shoulder.

"It hurts." I mumbled. "It hurts so much."

"I'm going to get you some food...would ambrosia help?" She stood still holding me as she walked to the kitchen.

"Don't know." My voice was barely a whisper at this point.

She sighed and sat me on a chair. "What do you want to eat?"

"I'm not hungry." I groaned laying my head on the table.

"Vegetable soup it is." She moved around her kitchen pulling out a can and a bowl.