➴ b ruh
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❛ you look like you're in a lot of pain. ❜
leave it to percy jackson to state the obvious as he looked upon the elder man, soaked in his own blood, a grimace of pain contorting his features. & of course, it filled the demigod with the desire to help him. percy wasn't a healer -- that title was reserved for children of apollo, like will solace. & unfortunately, since he was outside of camp, he couldn't find any of the sun god's children around, nor could he call one, because cell phones were dangerous for half-bloods -- they were like a signal to all monsters, showing them where a demigod was. how it worked, percy had no idea. he just didn't risk it by owning a cellphone, since life was dangerous enough as a child of poseidon.
however, percy knew the survival basics, which would be enough for now, or so he hoped. shrugging off his hoodie, he wrapped the sleeves tightly around the man's injured leg to help stop the bleeding. he didn't have any sort of first aid kit on him, since he relied on the food of the gods, & he doubted that the stranger could take even a nibble without ( literally ) igniting into flames.
❛ stay here. i'll go find some help. ❜














