Goode Luck

Dr. Jackson

A/N Sorry this one's so late, I got writer's block :P Anyways I edited the last chapter a bit to match up with this one (The plot wasn't really working) so you might want to read that before you start this one. Enjoy!

Percy POV

Annabeth fell asleep pretty quick after that. By then it was already eleven. Mom was gonna kill me! Thalia (after arguing with me in a whisper about how Athena was going to send me straight to the Fields of Punishment) promised to watch Annabeth over night.

Just as I’d suspected, Mom was mad. Well, maybe mad isn’t the right word. She was overly worried, scared, and on top of it all exhausted. Once I told her about Annabeth, all of her worry for me was replaced with worry for her (which I was all for!)

Amazingly enough, I got up early that morning! Shocking, I know. By the time I was dressed and out the door, I still had a good few minutes before Annabeth usually woke up!

I figured that since walking to school would put strain on her ankle, Annabeth might want to be driven to school today. It was this logic that convinced my mom to lend me her car for the day. Within minutes I was at their door. Annabeth had given me a spare key when she moved in, so I just walked in. I hadn’t expected anyone to be up at six in the morning, but here was Rachel in her weird kimono robe thing, making coffee in the kitchen.

“Percy?” She asked, “What’re you doing here?” She yawned.

“I’m here for Annabeth.” Rachel looked up at the wall clock.

“You do realize school doesn’t start for two more hours, right?” I nodded.

“I just figured I’d come by, wake her up, we could have a nice, leisurely morning or something?” Rachel rolled her eyes.

“Ok, Casablanca. She’s still sleeping, everyone’s decent, go on back.” She relented, and returned to her coffee making. I smiled at her, and then walked back to the hallway.

Their room was pitch black. Thinking back on it, it probably wasn’t the best idea to open up the curtains and wake up an angry Hunter with deadly arrows. Lucky for me, the Curse of Achilles was still in affect.

“Hey!” I protested as one of her arrows bounced of my shoulder, “That could have killed me if you shot me in the right spot!”

“Well then don’t wake me up!” She growled and stomped out of the room.

“Wha?” Juniper yawned and stretched in her bed, “Morning already? I’ll go wake up Grover. The old goat couldn’t function without me…” She started muttering to herself as she walked down the hall to Grover’s room. Huh, that’s weird. Annabeth’s still sleeping. I bent down and shook her shoulder.

“Annabeth,” I said, “Annabeth come on. Wake up.” She didn’t make a sound. Her eyes were still closed tight. I shook her shoulder a little harder.

“Annabeth, school.” I said. She still didn’t move. This was starting to freak me out, “Annabeth!” I yelled. No answer, “SPIDERS, ARACHNE, APOLLO IN A SKIRT!” Still nothing. I threw off her covers, and my heart stopped beating at what I saw. Annabeth’s pajama pants had rolled up during the night, and the bandages had loosened, giving me a clear view of exactly what had happened to her leg last night. A large bite mark was wrapped around her ankle, and the puncture marks were black. Her skin was red and swollen. You could see black veins going up her leg, where the poison had traveled. Annabeth had been bitten by a ker.

“Oh gods…” I’d been scratched by one a while back, and Nico had told me that if they weren’t treated with godly powers soon…

“SOMEONE CALL APOLLO NOW!” I yelled. My fingers searched her wrist to find a pulse. It was there, but it was so faint I almost couldn’t tell. Why hadn’t Annabeth told anyone?! She must have known what this poison does! It must have been affecting her brain or something.