SHE WAS EITHER LUCKY, HER MOTHER HAD TAKEN PITY ON her, or the Apollo Cabin was just that good at healing. She knew she should have been dead. She knew that in a strange way it would be better. It was a dark thought, but she couldn’t help it. After all the pain she caused her siblings and friends at camp? How could she bear to be in their company? She didn’t deserve their kindness— she didn’t deserve to be back at camp. Though she was sure they would banish her from it as soon as she was healed to her best hundred percent.
SILENA SAT UP IN HER BED WITH HER UNDAMAGED SIDE of her face resting against the cabin’s cool wall. The scarred skin under the bandaged side itched, but she reframed from touching it. Silena was curious about the damage, and wondered if she could see the beauty in a physical stance of herself. The inside? No. She wasn’t. Not after what she had done.
THE APOLLO CHILDREN WERE FRIENDLY ENOUGH, KIND TO ANY PATIENT in need of care. Despite that fact, she couldn’t help but tense up when she heard the door open just now. Her fingers curled around her blanket, and pulled them up over her shoulders like some sort of shield. Silena hoped it was a child of Apollo or Clarisse. She didn’t think she could handle Chiron, Annabeth, Percy, or anyone else at the moment. Though sooner or later she would have to.
WITH A SMALL BREATH, SHE DECIDED TO BE BRAVE, AND turn her head so her one blue eye could gaze upon the visitor. Percy Jackson. How lovely. Just as quickly as she gazed upon him, Silena turned her attention towards the window a few feet away from the foot of her bed, “ Percy, ” her voice sounded dry, “ I didn’t… I wasn’t— ” she paused, teeth biting down on her lower lip, and her eye burned with the threat of falling tears, “ How a-are things going? ” @okeancs