He felt horrible. He felt like the world was spinning around him. Like he was on the tilt-o-whirl only he felt like he was going to throw up instead of laugh incessantly. The other problem was he was laying on his bed instead of playing at an amusement park.
Hic. He hiccuped again and swallowed thickly when he felt his stomach contents rising up his throat.
His face felt hot but he couldn’t help but shiver. He felt like he was laying in a meat locker, he was so cold. He felt the chill so deep in his body he wondered if he would ever feel warm again.
“Percy?” A female voice called from outside his cabin. He couldn’t bring himself to answer. He was afraid that if he answered he would throw up. “Percy, are you in there?” the voice came again, closer this time. He knew that voice. He liked that voice.
A knock came at the door. “Percy. I know you’re in there. I searched everywhere else. You can’t hide from teaching lessons in your cabin.”
Right. He was supposed to be teaching sword fighting.
The door opened. Light flooding in and making him groan. “That’s right lazy bones, you have been caught.” Annabeth walked in smirking the way she did when she knew she was right. It fell when she got a good look at him.
Percy was incredibly pale and had dark rings around his eyes making them look sunken. “Gods, Percy, you look terrible!”
He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Gee thanks. You really know how to improve a guy’s confidence.”
She came over and sat on his bunk next to him. She leaned over and touched the back of her hand on his cheek and then the exposed part of his neck. “Percy, you have a fever.”
He hummed in response. “I figured as much.”
“Well if you knew, why didn’t you tell someone or walk to infirmary?”
“Too many sick people. Didn’t want to hang around them.”
“News flash Seaweed Brain, you’re one of those sick people and you need to go.” She had that look on her face that said ‘cross me and I’ll send you to Tartarus.’
“Annabeth, please, I just want to empty my guts and die in the peace of my own cabin.” All the talking was making him feel like the threat was more eminent than it had been before. To confirm this theory he hiccuped again, bringing his hand to cover his mouth and pressing back further against his pillow.
“Oh man, are you going to throw up?” This was probably as close to a dumb question as Annabeth had ever been, but he decided not to tell her that.
His body relaxed slightly and removed his hand from his mouth. “Probably.”
“Well maybe you should head to the bathroom?”
“Such a wise statement from the wise girl.” but he made no attempt to get up.
“Shut up Seaweed Brain.”
when he decided Annabeth was right. He jumped up rather quickly and
ran for the bathroom in his cabin. He dropped in front of the toilet
just in time to bring up a flood of his meagre breakfast. He hadn’t
eaten a whole lot, most of his meal was given as an offering to his
He hardly got a seconds reprieve before it happened again. It was rough and sounded strained, certainly didn’t feel good. He was miserable and he knew he wasn’t done. Suddenly there was a gentle hand rubbing circles on his back. That felt nice. He opened his mouth to thank her but threw up again instead.
When he was finally finished being sick he reached up and flushed the mess away and leaned into his girlfriend. Annabeth hugged him and rubbed his back. They didn’t get up because Percy’s stomach kept making horrible, ominous gurgling noises. Every time it did he pressed closer to her letting himself moan in discomfort a few times. That’s how she knew he felt bad, Percy wasn’t one to actively complain about how he felt.
Fifteen minutes later round two began. She rubbed his back and waited for him to stop throwing up. “I’m going to have an Apollo kid come check on you but I won’t make you go to an infirmary.”
“Thanks Annabeth.” He croaked, rubbing his upset stomach.
She nodded and ducked out. She could hear him getting sick again as she left.