His ‘slumber’ felt like a blink rather then what it actually had been – He’d passed out. Which was lame; and didn’t help him at all. Hours of the early morning, stretching into late afternoon (if only Percy knew.) had passed at the blink of an eye.
“—” Percy heard himself swallowing, while the rest of his cabin was dead quiet. Scarily quiet, actually. Beyond the numbness spreading throughout his body like stale blood, there was the pain of passing out, curled into himself and hoping to shrink away from it all. He can hardly see anything, his eyes hurt — pulse with painful throbs. On top of it all, his throat’s dryer then dry. He can’t speak, breathing hurts.
And whenever Percy closed his eyes, he’d hear things. See things in the darkness that wasn’t really there and live with the fact that it was there too. The ground felt like it was moving, breathing beneath him. Just as Percy mustered up the strength to carry his weight with his arms, he felt like crumbling again.
Percy’s heart race picked up again. And again. And again. Even so, he can’t move a single sore muscle. He sways on the ground, and twitches a finger. Regain feeling.
One finger at a time. Before his heart burst, that was. Tried to squeeze his eyes shut, but they jumped back open. Startled, scared — impossibly scared.
There was too much of it to swallow back.
Nico had decided to come back to camp. Not on a permanent basis mind you, but just long enough to talk to everyone, catch up with the important people in his life. He’s talking to Jason when Annabeth is dragged, protesting, off to one of the many camp activities.
“That reminds me,” Nico says thoughtfully, “Where’s Percy anyways?” Normally Percy was carrying one of her legs, laughing hard enough that he couldn’t breathe, but not today – Today he was unusually absent, a thought that worried the teenager more than it should have.
“I think he’s sleeping still,” Jason answers with a thoughtful frown, breaking Nico out of the depressing spiral that his thoughts had been moving towards. “He was nodding off at dinner last night.” Nico thanks Jason and heads off, moving towards Cabin Three now with a new sense of purpose. When he nears, however, he can feel an unusual gloominess that plagues it – even the shine of the cabin was diminished and empty. He offers a quiet prayer to Poseidon that Percy’s okay, but feels nothing – not even the quiet hum that told him that his uncle was listening and his prayer had been received.
He dreads knocking, but raps his fingers gently against the wood. “Percy?” Nico asks carefully. “Percy, are you okay?”
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