#sick percy

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Feverish

Annabeth smoothes back Percy's sweat damp hair worriedly. He wrinkles his face up and tosses restlessly. His fever wouldn't break. The Poseidon cabin is always cool. Like creek water in the summer, but it doesn't seem to be giving Percy any relief. She dabs his forehead with a damp towel. Hopefully the water will help heal him.

Percy wakes up an hour later. He blinks slowly at Annabeth. His eyes are heavy. His whole face full of congestion. It rattles in his chest with every breath he takes. The gray streak in his hair falls limply into his face.

"Hey, how're you feeling?" Annabeth asks softly. She doesn't want to make Percy's headache worse. He shrugs and makes a congested sound.

"Better with you here," he rasps with a tired smile. Annabeth blushes and chuckles.

"Yeah, sure casanova," she says running her hand through Percy's hair. Its sticky with sweat and she tries not to pull a face.

Percy's eyes go unfocused and he slowly raises his arm to his face before sneezing harshly into his elbow.

"HerrSHOo, uh...huhhh... Eh'TZZshh'IEw," the water in his basin splashes against the edges and spills onto the floor. Percy sniffles and takes the tissues Annabeth offers him. He blows his nose tiredly. Everything takes too much effort.

"Bless you. Are you sure you don't want to go to the infirmary. Or I could go get Will and have him come here," she offers anxiously. Seeing Percy sick makes her nervous. Years ago it wouldn't have bothered her, but after Tarturus, their lungs were scarred terribly.

Deep, hacking coughs shake her out of her thoughts. She moves and braces an arm agaisnt Percy's chest to keep him from hunching over, and rubs his back to loosen the congestion. The bed shakes under his paroxysms. It fills her with memories of burning and ash.

When the coughing fit dies, Percy pulls Annabeth into his arms and holds her close.

"I'm okay, wise girl. It's just a cold," he says kissing the top of her hair and smoothing the curly locks behind her ears.

"Just need some rest," he adds as an extra reassurance.

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Sick!Percy

Percy shouts, reaching out for Bekendorf as flames paint his vision and heat races over his face. He can feel the BOOM of the explosion in his teeth.

He sits bolt upright, panting in the remnants of the dream. He looks around at the familiar walls of Cabin 2 with a sigh as the familar sound of waves start to wash away the nightmare. He starts coughing after a minute and has to lean agaisnt the wall to support himself as the barrel out from deep in his chest. He's at camp, on break from college for the summer, and he brought a nasty cold with him. He should have gone straight to Will for some medicine, but he deserves to feel like this after he let so many people die for him. He still sees them all in his dreams, or anytime his guard is down. Ethan Nakamura, Selena, Bekendorf, Bob and Small Bob. He can see them all so clearly and remembers that he deserves this. He sniffles a few times before he's bent over with a powerful sneeze.

"Eh'TZZshh'IEw EH'TzZshh'IEw," he groans and tries to snort back the mess he's made on his face. He didn't bother to cover in the privacy of his cabin. There's no one there to infect anyway. Percy stands unsteadily and stumbles over to the salt water fountain nearby and stares into the cold water before running his hand through it. It gives him a zap of energy, but he knows it won't last. He's swaying where he stands and hasn't even noticed.

Percy didn't sleep again that night and looked and felt like death when he makes his way to the dining pavilion in the morning. He fills his plate and gets in line to offer a portion to Posidon. He just dumps the whole plate in.

When he turns around, Annabeth is standing right in front of him. He would have jumped if he had the energy. She moves like a cat, and she doesn't look impressed.

"You look like hell. What are you even doing out of bed?" She asks crossing her arms and leveling Percy with her steely stare. It's the same one she gets when faced with a particularly difficult problem.

Percy opens his mouth to respond, but doesn't get the chance. He has turn into his elbow with more messy sneezes.

"Huh'KZZt'ShIEw Huh'GxnT'ChIEW, guh." He sniffles and opens his eyes to see his face connected to his arm by strings of sticky, infectious snot. He tries to sniffle some of it back. Annabeth looks concerned and vaguely disgusted, but she doesn't have anything to help save Percy's pride.

Thankfully Will appears at that moment looking even less impressed than Annabeth. He holds out a travel pack of tissues, which Percy takes gratefully. He wipes off his arm and then his face before blowing his nose, hard. He fills several tissues past bursting before he's done. He debates throwing them in the sacrificial fire, but figures that might get him cursed. He shoves them in his jeans instead.

"Are you trying to start a epidemic? Because this is how you start an epidemic," Will says firmly. He has his arms crossed and Percy is struck by how alike he and Annabeth look to not have the same godly parent.

"Sorry, uh, I'll go bacgk to mby cabind," he says. He's panting after just that short sentence.

Annabeth puts a hand on his shoulder.

"I'll come with you," she says firmly leading Percy away from the pavilion.

When they get back to Cabin 2, Percy is ready to kneel over right there. Annabeth makes sure he gets to bed first. There's a mug of tea placed close by on the table, no doubt put there by the nymphs that service the dining pavilion. Annabeth hands it to Percy, who takes it with shaking hands.

"Why didn't you tell someone you were sick seaweed brain?" She asks only sounding mildly annoyed. Percy shrugs. He looks away to hide the guilt on his face. Unfortunately, Annabeth is one of the few people who can understand how he feels, living through both wars and the trip through Tartarus. It clicks in her head.

"You don't deserve to suffer. The best way to honor their memory is to live the best lives possible," she says pulling Percy agaisnt her. She combs through his sweaty hair with her fingers.

"I know it's hard, but you don't deserve this," she repeats firmly before kissing Percy's forehead.

"No wonder you're having nightmares, you're burning up," she says. A bottle of tylenol: cold and flu appears on the table, such helpful spirits. Annabeth reaches for it and pours a generous dose. She hands it to Percy, who takes it without complain.

"Get some sleep. I'll always be here to remind you that you deserve good things," Annabeth says, kissing Percy's hair. He nods and coughs before sagging against her.

It only takes a few minutes for him to start snoring. Annabeth is going to need someone to bring her a book if she's going to spend her day as a pillow.

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Do you remember somewhere in Blood of Olympus Percy gets poisoned by that underwater guy I cant remember the name of? If you do, can you do a story where someone unlikely takes care of him? If you don't, I completely understand😊

Yes omg, another example of Rick Riordan being one of us because after that incident he talks about Percy having to go throw up several times. It was Kymopoleia and Polybotes who poisoned him.

 Side note though, I kind of hated that scene because Riordan made Percy so useless even though he was in his domain while Jason, who was very much out of his, was the hero. I’m not saying Percy has to be the hero all the time (although he is the main character really so like kind of) but I love the way he was always written as being so powerful (near water especially). Like at the end of House of Hades Nico says that Percy is the most powerful demigod he’s ever known, so I just felt like it was dumb for him to be rendered useless so easily in that scene. 

Anyway, enough of my rant. Here’s the part you came for:

TW: spoilers for blood of olympus I guess and depictions of vomit

“Percy are you okay?!?” Jason yelled, darting over to him once the poison dissipated. 

“Gah, yeah I think so,” Percy coughed and sputtered, stumbling around in the water.

“Alright, come on, lets get back up there. Hopefully the Argo II is okay,” Jason said. He could feel the air getting thin. His wind storm was thinning. 

“Could we, uh, maybe not mention exactly what happened down here? The son of the sky god saving the son of the sea god underwater thing?” Percy asked. 

“Yeah, sure bro,” Jason nodded, smiling sympathetically at his friend. He understood where Percy was coming from. They were supposed to be the leaders of this quest, but Jason seemed to just keep getting knocked unconscious, needing rescued. He’d felt useless many times along their journey. 

“Great. Thanks,” Percy said, still sounding out of breath. Normally he could breathe underwater just like it was air but he seemed to be struggling right now. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jason asked, “You’re looking a little green,” he said. He was sure it was more than just the tint of the water that was tinging Percy’s face. 

“Mhmm, fine,” Percy mumbled, stroking upwards to swim toward the surface, but his limbs weren’t coordinated enough so he didn’t go anywhere. Jason reached through his air bubble to grab Percy’s arm, willing the winds to take them to the surface before they ran out of air. 

Jason gasped for air as they reached the surface, not having realized just how shallowly he’d been having to breathe. He managed a few deep breaths, finally filling his lungs, before Percy suddenly gripped his arm. 

“Jas-” Percy said frantically, before his body convulsed and he vomited into the water.

“Oh Gods, okay,” Jason muttered to himself, kicking forward to move behind Percy. He wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him afloat while he brought up his stomach contents. Jason knew Percy had looked pretty green. 

Percy was limp against him, which worried Jason. Normally he could keep himself afloat just by willing the water to support him, but he was clearly in too bad of shape to even use that power, which was concerning. He didn’t seem to have it in him to even keep himself up the normal way, by kicking. Percy slumped forward of Jason’s arm, almost pitching into the water completely. 

“Ookay, come on. We’ve gotta get you above deck Perce,” Jason said, pulling Percy back against his chest until his head was resting on Jason’s shoulder. He kept one arm wrapped firmly around Percy’s waist, using his other arm to swim toward the boat. 

He managed to get them over to the Argo II, which took a lot longer than he’d expected. It hadn’t looked that far, but with Percy’s dead weight it felt like miles, and he was exhausted. 

“Gonna need a little help here,” Jason panted as they reached the ladder. His muscles were aching and his breath was coming in gasps. 

Thankfully, Percy seemed to have recovered some, because he was able to grab the ladder, hauling himself out of the water. Once he climbed to the top he leaned over and offered Jason a hand, pulling him the rest of the way to the deck, where both boys collapsed. 

Immediately, all of their friends rushed over. A myriad of hands pulled them both up off of the deck and into chairs. Percy forced his eyes open, wincing as his vision swam (pun intended), making him feel dizzy and sick all over again. 

“What in Hades happened down there?” 

Percy blinked a few times, taking some slow deep breaths until the worried faces of his friends came into view. He forced himself to focus on the calming motion of the waves below him, trying to settle his stomach, which was still churning queasily. 

“It was the goddess Kymopoleia. She was working for Polybotes. But we got her to turn against him and help um, help us kill him. But Percy got poisoned. My uh, my venti cloud protected me from it I guess,” Jason explained, still breathing hard. 

His friends all murmured a collection of sympathies and sighs of relief, but Percy couldn’t focus on any of them. He still felt too sick. 

“Where’s Annabeth?” he croaked. 

“She’s helping Leo man the wheel while he does some repairs,” someone answered, Piper maybe. 

“Maybe someone should go switch her out,” Jason said, glancing worriedly over at Percy. He needed his girlfriend right now.

“No,” Percy said quickly. “No don’t worry her,” he shook his head. 

“Are you sure?” Hazel asked, placing a hand on Percy’s arm. Jason was right, he really didn’t look so good. 

“I’m fine,” Percy insisted, although his ashen complexion said otherwise. “Could someone just help me to my room?” he asked weakly. 

“I will,” a small voice spoke up from behind the rest of the group. Nico?

Everyone parted for him to come forward, looking surprised. He didn’t really speak all that often. In fact, they often times forgot that he was even there, lurking in the shadows. 

“Come on, let’s go,” Nico said, stepping in front of Percy. He grabbed Percy’s wrist, pulling his arm around his own shoulders to prop him up. Although Percy was still a handful of inches taller than Nico, he was stronger than he looked, so he began to half drag half pull Percy down the hall toward the below deck quarters. 

“You doing okay?” NIco asked when Percy let out a soft groan, leaning even more heavily on Nico. 

“Not feeling so hot,” Percy shook his head.

Nico realized how chalky Percy’s complexion had become, mouth hanging open slightly and his eyes unforced. He had his free hand clutched to his stomach, hunched forward over it slightly.

“Are you going to throw up?” Nico asked, putting the pieces together. Percy nodded miserably, rubbing his hand back and forth across his stomach.

“Okay, come on,” Nico began dragging Percy again, this time with the destination of the bathroom instead of his room. 

“Ohh my stomach,” Percy moaned. His hand moved up to cover his mouth, fighting back nausea.

Nico pushed their way into the bathroom, lowering Percy down onto the floor in front of the toilet as gently as he could. As soon as Percy’s knees hit the ground he lurched forward over the toilet and heaved up a mouthful of seawater and green sludge. The poison, Nico thought, wincing. 

“You’re okay,” Nico said, crouching down behind Percy and placing a hand on his back. He was surprised to find that Percy’s clothes were wet, which he’d failed to notice before. He must really be feeling bad if his powers couldn’t even keep him dry. 

Percy continued to pant over the toilet, clutching the rim with white knuckles. Nothing happened, though, so Nico pulled him away from the bowl to lean against the wall behind them. 

“Let’s get you into some dry clothes and in bed,” Nico said, positioning Percy’s arm around him again so he could get him up.

“Nooo,” Percy groaned, shaking his head, “Feel nauseous.”

“Yeah you were poisoned Percy, might take a while to wear off. I’ll put a trash bin beside your bed, okay? You need to get some rest,” Nico argued, hauling Percy’s limp body off the ground with some difficulty. He was all dead weight now. 

Nico and Percy managed to slowly limp their way down the hall to Percy’s room, which he had to admit, instantly made him feel a bit better, Just to be surrounded by his things. 

“Here, get changed,” Nico said, tossing Percy a dry t-shirt and a pair of shorts. While Percy got out of his wet clothes, Nico pulled the trash over to sit beside Percy’s bed, laying a towel underneath it just in case his aim was off. 

When Percy was finished he helped him climb into bed, pulling the covers up over him to still his shivering. This poison had really done a number on him it seemed. He watched as Percy closed his eyes, clearly exhausted. 

“You need anything else Percy?” Nico asked, leaning against the wall. Percy cracked an eye open to look up at him with an expression Nico had never seen on him before, fear. 

“Could you-? Could you stay? Just for a minute,” Percy asked quietly, averting his eyes. He sounded so young, despite being almost 5 years older than Nico. 

“Yeah. Yeah of course,” he said, moving to sit at the edge of Percy’s bed as he closed his eyes again. 

Nico had a feeling that Percy and Jason hadn’t exactly been honest about what had happened on their underwater adventure. Whatever really went down, it had clearly shaken Percy up pretty good. As much as Nico looked up to Percy, it made him feel slightly better about his own life to know that even someone as strong and as brave as Percy Jackson had his vulnerable moments. 

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Hi, i saw that one of your favorite tropes was fever, so can you do Percy having a really bad fever and Jason tries to be a good bro but just makes things worst 😂

Things had been going so well. Maybe too well... Jason, Percy, and Nico had been sent on a quest to retrieve a valuable weapon one of the Gods had lost (surprise surprise) from a dangerous monster lair (another huge surprise). They’d found the lair, defeated the monsters, and retrieved the weapon in 5 days, half the amount of time they’d been given for the quest. All they had to do now was make it back to camp half blood and they’d be good to go. 

But it never could’ve been that easy. 

After obtaining the weapon they pooled their money for a motel room since they were all exhausted, hungry, and in need of a shower. At least that’s the reason Jason gave anyway. 

Truth be told, Percy was looking rough. He had dark circles under his eyes and his face was more pale than Nico’s, which was really concerning. The fact that he didn’t argue when Jason suggested they stop for the night made him even more worried. Percy was the kind of guy who liked to power through things. 

But he’d fallen behind them, trudging his feet and walking slowly. He was obviously dragging. Nico, who’d been staying back with Percy suddenly sped up and fell even with Jason. 

“What in Hades is wrong with him?” Nico asked as soon as they heard the shower turn on.

“I think he’s sick,” Jason shrugged, scrubbing a hand down his face. He should’ve known something was going to happen. They’d gotten way too lucky this far.

“He looks bad,” Nico observed. 

Jason nodded, “Hey Perce, you doing alright back there?” Jason called over his shoulder, glancing behind him. 

“Uh not exactly,” Percy sighed, staring down at his feet. 

“What’s going on?” Jason asked, slowing so Percy could catch up to them. 

“I’m not feeling great honestly,” he shrugged. 

“You’re not looking great either,” Nico joked.

“Thanks,” Percy said dryly, giving him a look.

Jason reached out to press the back of his hand to Percy’s forehead. He did feel warm, but Jason wasn’t sure if it was a normal amount or not. Probably not. Right? He was pale and shaky, sweat beading on his forehead despite the cool air. That happens when someone has a fever right?

“I think you’re sick. You might have a fever,” Jason said. 

“Great,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. He looked so tired. It was a good thing they were stopping. 

“You can have the first shower Percy,” Jason said as they walked into the room, claiming a bed. They’d gotten two beds, one for Nico (since he would be too uncomfortable about sharing) and one for Percy and Jason. 

“Thanks man,” Percy mumbled, looking dead on his feet. 

“Oh, hey, here take some of this first,” Jason said, digging some ambrosia out of his bag and handing it to Percy. Medicine would help right? And that’s basically what ambrosia was for demigods, kind of a cure all. Percy quickly ate the ambrosia then stumbled into the bathroom, looking like he was struggling to stay upright. 

When the door opened about 10 minutes later both boys looked over to see Percy step out. He stopped, sagging against the door frame as he pushed his dripping hair out of his eyes. 

“Percy?” Jason asked, sliding off the bed and walking toward him. 

“J-Jason,” Percy stammered, reaching a hand out toward him. He collapsed when Jason was about two steps away. Jason lunged forward, barely catching Percy by the arm before he completely went down. 

“Gods Perce,” he mumbled, hauling Percy up and pulling his arm around his own shoulders to prop him up enough that he could drag him over to the bed. With Percy pressed against his side Jason could feel the abnormal heat radiating off of him. 

“Jeez Percy why didn’t you say something?” Nico muttered, his eyes dark. 

“I-on’t feel s’good,” Percy moaned, head lolling to one side. 

“Yeah I would imagine not, you just passed out cause your fever’s so high,” Jason sighed. 

“What are we going to do?” Nico asked. “It took us 4 days to get here and he obviously isn’t in traveling condition.”

“Could you shadow travel back with him?” Jason asked.

“I could, but I don’t think it’s a good idea. He might fade into the darkness like this,” Nico shook his head. 

“I don’t think I could fly that far with two people either,” Jason sighed. 

“Hey. Don’t look at me. I’m not in charge of this quest,” Nico held up his hands when Jason looked at him for suggestions.

“Well neither am I,” Jason protested. He sighed again, mind racing. “Alright, how about you shadow travel to camp and bring help back. I’ll stay here with Percy,” Jason suggested. 

“That could work. Let me just shower real quick and then I’ll go. I should be able to get Annabeth or somebody back here by morning,” he said, already heading toward the bathroom. 

Once he was cleaned up he packed his things back into his bag. Jason was pacing nervously in front of the bed Percy was laying on. He hadn’t said anything or opened his eyes since Jason had laid him down there really but he kept groaning.

“He looks really bad,” Nico observed as he put on his backpack. 

“Yeah. I don’t know what to do,” Jason said, sitting down at the edge of the bed, bouncing his leg nervously.

“Just don’t kill him overnight,” Nico deadpanned, causing Jason’s face to drain of all color, “Kidding,” Nico added quickly.

“It’ll be fine.” Nico said. And with that he was gone. 

“Alright Jason, you’ve led armies and fought in wars and almost died tons of times, you can handle a fever,” he muttered to himself. 

He got up and grabbed the empty bottle of water from his backpack, filling it up in the sink and bringing it over to Percy. Jason sat down at the edge of the bed next to him, gently shaking his shoulder.

“Percy? I need you to sit up for me and drink something. You’ve gotta stay hydrated,” he told him. Percy didn’t respond though, not even a groan this time. Okay, guess he was doing this the hard way. 

He slid an arm under Percy’s shoulders, hauling him upright. Percy immediately slumped against Jason, seeming almost lifeless. Jason propped him up against his chest then held the bottle to his lips and tipped it back. Thankfully Percy’s subconscious knew to swallow, so only a little bit of water dripped down the side of his face. 

Jason carefully lowered Percy down onto the bed, noticing that he somehow looked even more pale. He walked to the bathroom to grab a washcloth, wetting it with cool water, which he used to wipe the sweat off of Percy’s face before laying it across his forehead. 

Percy only continued to get worse throughout the night. He was drenched in sweat and shivering, letting out pained groans and whines every couple minutes. Jason was too nervous to do anything but pace. Every once in a while he’d wet the cloth that he had draped over Percy’s eyes again or sit him up to force more water in him. Percy hardly even seemed conscious.

“Please hurry,” he mumbled, urging Nico and whoever he brought back to get there. He needed help. 

Thankfully, just as the sun was coming up, Nico appeared with Annabeth, both of them looking pale and shaky from shadow traveling. They looked a whole lot better than Percy did though. 

“Oh Gods Perce!” Annabeth cried, rushing to his side. She smoothed his damp hair out of his eyes, feeling his cheeks to test for fever. 

“How did he get so bad?” she demanded, turning to look at Jason.

“I don’t know!” he said defensively. “It happened really fast. I didn’t know what to do so I’ve just been making him drink water and getting this cloth wet. Ambrosia didn’t even help,” he shrugged.

“You gave him ambrosia???” Annabeth cried.

“Yeah, of course, why are you yelling at me? Isn’t that what I was supposed to do?” Jason rushed out.

“What’s the reason why we can’t take too much ambrosia or nectar?” Annabeth asked, sighin.

“Cause it’ll burn us up- oh,” Jason stopped himself as he realized. It increases a person’s body temperature. 

“Mmhmm,” Annabeth said, her lips pursed in anger. Jason took a couple of steps back. He was a little bit afraid of her. Everyone was it seemed like. 

“Why didn’t you stop him?” she asked, turning on Nico. 

“I didn’t think about it either,” he shrugged sheepishly, cheeks turning slightly red. 

“You two are hopeless,” she huffed, digging around in her backpack. She pulled out a vial, squeezing a few drops out into Percy’s mouth. 

“I’m so sorry Annabeth I didn’t know,” Jason said miserably, dropping his face down into his hands as he sat on the other side of the bed. 

“This will bring his fever down to a level that the human part of his body can manage. He’ll fine in a couple of days,” she said, her voice softening as she looked at Percy, carding her fingers through his hair. 

“Thank the Gods,” Jason sighed in relief. 

“What do we do about the quest?” Nico asked. 

“You two go, finish the quest. I’ll stay here with Percy until it’s safe for him to travel,” she instructed. 

“Right. Thank you Annabeth. I’m really sorry,” Jason said, scrubbing a hand down his face nervously. 

“Just remember this for next time Grace,” Annabeth said, but there was no malice in her voice now, she was too absorbed with taking care of Percy to be angry at them now. 

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Hello, is it okay if you can have Percy having an allergic reaction to something amd fails trying to hide it on the Argo II?

I’m sorry, I couldn’t do the hiding it part. It just seems unrealistic to me that someone would ever try to hide an allergic reaction, idk. Sorry, I hope you still like it :)

TW: brief depiction of vomit

Jason had been eyeing Percy for the past 20 minutes, ever since they’d finished eating dinner. He just looked... weird. Jason couldn’t figure out exactly what was wrong with his friend, but there was definitely something going on. 

“So I guess we should probably talk about a plan,” Piper said. She’d been taking charge a lot more recently, she’d become so much more confident. Jason couldn’t have been more proud of her. 

“Plan?” Annabeth asked, immediately looking up from the notebook of prints she’d been examining. 

“Yeah, I mean, things are gonna start getting rough soon I’m predicting. So we need to decide if we want to go by air or by sea. Jason? Percy? Who’s up for a challenge this afternoon?” Leo asked. 

But something was wrong with Percy. And Jason was too busy watching him to hear Leo. So no one responded.

“...um, Jason? Percy?” he asked awkwardly, glancing back and forth between the two of them. Percy was staring blankly at the table and Jason was staring intently at Percy. What was even happening right now?

“What?” Jason asked absently.

“Percy?” Leo reached over and poked his arm.

“Hmm?” he responded quietly. 

“Uh... Air or sea? Who’s up for defense today?” Leo asked again. He was super confused now. Everyone else seemed to be feeling the same way judging by the looks on their faces. 

“I’ll do it,” Jason said quickly, still looking at Percy. 

“Right, air it is then, great,” Leo nodded, glancing at both of them warily. Something seriously weird was going on. 

“Are you two alright?” Piper asked, scooting closer to Jason and putting a hand on his arm as Annabeth did the same to Percy. 

“I’m fine. But something’s wrong with him,” Jason answered, nodding at Percy. He hadn’t wanted to draw everyone’s attention like that cause he knew that no matter what was going on, Percy wouldn’t want that. But obviously he wasn’t going to say anything so he felt like he had to. He was worried. Percy, like himself, often felt like he had to be okay all the time cause they were supposed to be the leaders of this quest. 

“You’re right, he really doesn’t look so good,” Leo agreed, watching as Percy’s face drained of color, giving him a gray hue.

“He looks even worse than I do, but he can’t be seasick,” Hazel said. 

“Gods Percy, what’s wrong?” Nico asked, popping out of the shadows and scaring everyone. He sat down on Percy’s other side, opposite Annabeth. 

“Perce?” Annabeth asked quietly. 

Instead of responding to any of their worried remarks, he suddenly pitched forward and vomited all over himself and the table. Everyone jumped back, even Annabeth, except for Nico surprisingly. He grabbed Percy by the shoulder to hold him up so his head wouldn’t hit the table as he started to fall forward. 

“What in Hades is going on Percy?” he asked quietly, rubbing Percy’s back as he breathed heavily, trying to recover. 

“I’think... soup... tasted funny... tomatoes,” he panted, leaning against Annabeth, who’d recovered from her shock and moved to stand at Percy’s other side, carding her fingers through his messy hair. 

“Tomatoes? Yeah, it had tomatoes in it,” Leo said.

“Are you allergic to tomatoes Percy?” Jason asked. 

Percy nodded miserably, his breathing shallow. He was starting to feel fuzzy, and warm. 

“Does anyone have an epi pen?” Annabeth asked, starting to sound frantic. Percy was clearly having an allergic reaction and was having trouble breathing. They needed to get him help before his throat closed up. How could she not know that he was allergic to tomatoes? She’d known him for years!

“I can make one! I’ll be right back!” Leo shouted, jumping up and rushing out of the mess hall. 

“Here, help me get him laying down, it’ll help open his airway,” Nico instructed, grabbing Percy under one arm. Annabeth grabbed his other arm while Jason jumped up to grab Percy’s legs. They lowered him down to the floor, laying him down on his back. Nico tipped his head up slightly to open his airway while Annabeth peeled off his soiled clothes, draping a blanket over him since he only remained in a t-shirt and his boxers. 

He was gasping for air by this point, clutching weakly at his chest as it heaved. There were tears sliding down his cheeks, and he couldn’t keep his eyes open. It was so bright... too bright. He was fighting it, but he could feel himself slipping into darkness. He couldn’t breathe. Is this what drowning would feel like?

"I got it! I got it! Hold on Percy!” Leo ran in, dropping to his knees next to Percy and jamming the pen into his leg. For a terrifying moment, nothing happened while the other seven demigods held their breaths. 

Then Percy let out a gasp, taking in a lungful of fresh air. His eyes opened and he arched his back, taking in as much air as he could before relaxing back against the ground. 

“Oh Percy thank god!” Annabeth cried, draping herself over him while everyone else sighed in relief as well. 

“Well. Note to self, no more tomatoes,” Leo said, making the others laugh nervously. Sometimes they all forgot that there were many ways any of them could die that didn’t involve fighting monsters. They could still die in all the normal mortal ways too, they weren’t as invincible as they felt like they were sometimes. 

“I’m just glad you’re okay Percy,” Nico said, looking somehow more relieved than all of them. It was good to see that kid smile every once in a while. Even if it wasn’t under the greatest circumstances. 

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Hi. Can you maybe do Percy being sick in a car with Jason and Leo helping him out in varying degrees of panic? :)

lol I love this

TW: mentions of vomit

In hindsight, they really should have seen this coming. When is an arrow wound just an arrow wound? I mean come on. It’s never that simple. 

“How you doing bro?” Jason asked, watching worriedly as Percy curled up against the window, shivering underneath Jason’s jacket.

“I-I don’t feel good,” Percy stammered through chattering teeth, a fevered flush starting to appear on his cheeks. 

“What’s wrong with him?” Leo asked from the front seat, glancing in the rear view mirror. 

“Um, I don’t know... Perce do you know what’s wrong?” Jason asked, scooting closer to him. He reached over a pressed the back of his hand to Percy’s forehead to find him burning up. 

“Food...” Percy groaned, his eyes closed. 

“Food? You mean ambrosia? Cause we can’t, we’ve given you too much already. That’s probably why you’re so warm,” Jason said, scrubbing a hand down his face.

“Shit did we fry him? Is he going to catch on fire? That’s supposed to be my thing, he can’t steal that,” Leo rambled nervously.

“Nobody but you is going to be catching on fire,” Jason said, although truthfully he was a little worried about Percy spontaneously combusting from how much they’d given him. 

“Food...” Percy groaned again. 

“I don’t know what you need dude,” Jason muttered, although he knew Percy was too unconscious to hear him. Maybe he was dreaming about pancakes or something. 

“That arrow was probably poisoned,” Leo said what Jason was thinking.

“Yeah, I know,” Jason sighed. He’d been hoping he was wrong. But this was definitely more than just from blood loss. 

“No food... stomach...” Percy said, still totally out of it. 

“What?”

Then Percy’s eyes shot open and he immediately projectile vomited all over himself, the floor, and the seat in front of him. 

“What in Hades???” Leo yelped. 

“Oh Styx!” Jason jumped, frantically looking around the car for something to give Percy to throw up in. 

Percy gagged, bringing up another mouthful of sick into his lap before Jason had the chance though. Then he said something about his stomach before his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell against Jason. 

“Leo pull over somewhere,” Jason said, his heart pounding. Something was seriously wrong with their friend. They needed help. 

“Oh gods, okay,” Leo said, taking the next exit. 

They stopped at a strip mall, where Leo ran to go buy Percy some clothes to replace his soil one as Jason cleaned up Percy and the car as best as he could. Once Leo came back they stood outside the car, pacing as they tried to figure out what to do. 

“We need help,” Leo said.

“We need Annabeth,” Jason agreed.

“There’s a payphone over there, we could call her cell,” Leo suggested.

“That’s pretty risky though, we’d be sending up a flare to all the monsters within a hundred miles,” Jason sighed, racking his brain for any other solution. 

“I know, but, do we have another choice?” Leo asked, glancing at their pale friend, who was starting to look a little green. 

“Guys? Wha’s going on?” Percy asked, suddenly sitting up, the immediately pitching forward to vomit on the pavement of the parking lot. 

“Oh jeez, okay, you’re alright Perce,” Jason moved to stand at his side, rubbing his back as he threw up. 

“Why do I feel like I got steam rollered?” Percy groaned once he was finished, sitting up to lean against Jason’s side. 

“You got shot with an arrow remember? We think it was poisoned or something,” Jason explained. 

“You totally puked all over the car,” Leo added. 

“Oh gods,” Percy hid his face in his hands, groaning. 

“We thought the ambrosia might be burning you up, you got super hot,” Jason said, subtly trying to feel for warmth through Percy’s clothes pressed up against his side but he seemed back to normal. 

“What are you talking about Grace? I’m always super hot,” Percy said.

“I think he’s okay,” Leo laughed, giving Percy a high-five. That was his kind of humor!

“Yeah, ambrosia must have kicked in,” Jason laughed, rolling his eyes. Although he was so relieved he could cry. He had really been scared of losing his friend for a few minutes there. Also Annabeth would’ve killed him if they’d let Percy die on their watch. 

“I’m okay guys,” Percy added, seeming to sense their worry. 

“Thank the gods,” Leo said. 

“Let’s hit the road then, if you think you’re good to go,” Jason said, clapping him on the shoulder. 

“My stomach’s still a little iffy, but I think I’ll be alright,” Percy nodded. 

“You better give me some warning this time if you’re gonna barf again,” Leo said. 

“Ay ay captain,” Percy laughed.

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Did we have to fly?

PJO motion sickness fic... It’s really short though. This is set somewhere after the son of neptune but the quest they’re finishing isn’t canon. 

TW: depictions of vomit

“Percy?” Annabeth asked, nudging her boyfriend with her elbow. He’d been staring at the same spot on the wall for at least 10 minutes now. Not to mention that he was gripping the armrests so hard his knuckles were turning white.

“I don’t like flying,” Percy answered through gritted teeth. 

“I know, but are you okay?” she prompted, peeling one of his hands away and lacing her fingers with his. He immediately squeezed her hand, scooting closer to her. “Yo, seaweed brain,” she nudged him again after she received no response from her boyfriend. 

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. He looked a little green in the face honestly. Annabeth felt awful for making him do this, but they didn’t have a choice. They had to be back to camp by tonight and there was no other way they would make it in time any other way. 

“Woah dude what’s wrong with you?” Jason asked from Percy’s other side, having been stirred from his sleep by their conversation and Percy’s shifting.

“I’m a son of Poseidon, Grace, what do you think?” Percy snapped. 

“Jeez, no need to get upset,” Jason held his hands up in mock surrender. Annabeth gave him an apologetic smile on Percy’s account. He hadn’t done anything. It wasn’t Jason’s fault that this was his Dad’s domain and not Percy’s. Jason had been on a boat for most of the quest, so he’d made his sacrifice already.

“Percy looks like he’s about to puke,” Nico piped up from Annabeth’s other side. He wasn’t one for flying either, but he’d been injured in their last battle, and was in no shape for shadow traveling. 

“Oh Gods, okay,” Annabeth said, frantically reaching for a motion sickness bag tucked into the seat in front of her. Sure enough, as soon as she handed it to Percy he lurched forwards, vomiting up his lunch, body convulsing with another heave almost immediately.

“Aw man, gross,” Jason sighed, scooting further away from Percy in his seat. 

“You’ve been puking for like the last week on the boat,” Nico reminded Jason, rolling his eyes. 

“You’re alright Perce, just try to breathe,” Annabeth said softly as she trailed her fingers up and down Percy’s back, ignoring the bickering of the other two boys. Honestly, boys were so annoying sometimes. Couldn’t they just shut up for once in their lives?

“Think m’done,” Percy muttered after belching dryly over the bag. Annabeth brushed his bangs out of his eyes, then reached up to push the call button for the flight attendant, who appeared quickly. Annabeth grimaced as she took the bag out of Percy’s hands, tossing it into the trash can on the cart the attendant was pushing. 

“Some 7 up to settle his stomach maybe?” the attendant asked.

“Uh, just some water please,” Annabeth said, knowing that 7 up would only mess Percy up further. This wasn’t your normal mortal motion sickness, this was different. Nothing would help him except being back on the ground. 

“You better not puke on me,” Jason mumbled as he relaxed into his seat normally again, although he was still eyeing Percy warily. For someone who had spent the last weak being sick over the side of a boat, he was sure being squeamish all of a sudden. 

“You alright Percy?” Nico asked, sounding out of breath. 

“I’ll live. You?” Percy grunted, glancing over at their pale friend, who looked even more peaky than usual. 

“Yeah,” Nico said shortly, leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes. They’d given him some nectar and ambrosia of course, but his wound was still killing him and the altitude was making him feel lightheaded and dizzy, similar to the way Percy was feeling really. 

“You boys are going to be the death of me,” Annabeth sighed, draping on arm around Percy and the other around Nico. 

“Did we have to fly?” Percy groaned, draping an arm over his stomach as his nausea started to rise again. This was going to be a long flight. 

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Hey could you please write a Percy Jackson fic where Percy has a bad stomach bug while they’re on a quest and Annabeth makes them stop for the night at a motel so she can take care of him?❤️thanks!

Okay so I decided to set this later on in the heroes of olympus series so they’d be older. I’m not sure where exactly it falls but sometime after son of neptune (no. 7 out of all of them or no. 2 of that series) but anyway, they’re with Jason and Leo too. I’m also going to leave their quest super vague cause idk what to do. 

TW: depictions of vomit

“Percy, you doing okay?” Annabeth asked for probably the hundredth time, glancing back at him. He was trudging along, slowing them down, Jason and Leo had taken the lead even though it was supposed to be Percy’s quest.

“I’ll make it,” Percy answered, his voice hoarse and shaky. He suddenly pitched forwards to vomit again, probably also for the hundredth time, or at least that’s what it felt like.

Annabeth sighed, hurrying over to stand with him as he continued to get sick, gagging and heaving. “Guys, hold up,” she called to Leo and Jason, who stopped and turned around. 

“Oh Gods,” Jason muttered, walking over to them.

“He’s really sick,” Leo said, biting his lip. They were worried, all of them. 

“I’m okay,” Percy coughed, spitting into the puddle of vomit he’d left on the ground. He straightened up slowly, clutching his stomach, and muffled a belch into his fist. He really did not feel good. 

“No you’re not, Perce we need to stop,” Annabeth said, hovering worriedly at his shoulder, a hand on his back. 

“We don’t have time,” Percy shook his head, “I’ll be fine, just keep going,” he said, waving Annabeth off and pushing past Jason and Leo to continue on the trail. They only had until the winter solstice, three days, and a lot of miles left. 

Jason and Leo hesitated, looking at Annabeth. Technically Percy was in charge, so if he said to keep going... But he was seriously sick, he probably shouldn’t even be walking, let alone leading a quest. 

“He’s right, we need to keep going,” Annabeth sighed, shrugging at the two boys as she turned to follow her stubborn boyfriend. The other two followed close behind, hiking alongside the river they were following.

After only a few minutes Percy had fallen to the rear again, Jason in front, then Leo, then Annabeth, worriedly glancing over her shoulder every few minutes. Percy looked bad, she wasn’t going to lie. His face was practically gray, his dark hair matted to his forehead with sweat, lips white and chapped. Even his eyes looked sick, hazy, unfocused. He was in no shape to be out here. 

Annabeth slowed, falling back in line with Percy. She was quiet for a few minutes, falling into step with him. His unsteady gait worried her even more, he seemed like he could hardly stay upright. 

“Percy, I think we should stop,” she said, hoping to reason with him. 

“W-we can’t,” Percy said, but his voice broke as his legs gave out, crumpling towards the ground. Annabeth managed to catch him under his arms, holding him against her body.

“Guys! A little help,” she squeaked, trying to support his weight. 

Jason and Leo rushed over to grab Percy from Annabeth’s grasp, draping one of his arms around each of their shoulders to prop him up between them. Percy’s head lolled forwards, slumping over as if he were unconscious. 

“There’s a motel up there,” Annabeth gestured to the street up the bank from where they were. “We’re stopping.”

Jason and Leo nodded, not daring to argue. They knew she was right, he was in no shape to be walking, clearly. So although they were short on time, their best bet was to let Percy get some rest, and hopefully get better. So they dragged him up the bank and into the motel. The clerk at the desk eyed them skeptically, looking at the passed out boy Leo was now holding up on his own, since Jason was the only one old enough to reserve a room. 

“Guys, I’m gonna-” Percy squeaked, hunching forwards with a gag between Jason and Leo. 

“Sit him down on the bed,” Annabeth instructed, grabbing a trash can from the corner of the room and setting it down in front of Percy just in time for him to vomit up a mouthful of stomach acid and bile, there was nothing left in him. He needed some water .

“Annabeth,” Percy croaked, head lolling to rest on her shoulder as he continued to dry heave, whole body lurching painfully. He knew as well as she did that he was empty, nothing left to bring up.

“You’re okay seaweed brain, just relax,” she said, wrapping an arm around him. Her other hand moved to brush his hair out of his face, combing her fingers through it. “You wanna get him some water?” she asked the other two boys, who were watching them, worry evident in their faces as they leaned against the wall.

“I got it,” Leo said, dashing off to the bathroom to fill up a glass of water.

“He’s gonna be fine Annabeth,” Jason said, despite how worried he was himself, “Just needs a little sleep,” 

“Yeah, I know,” she nodded, “Hear that? You’re gonna be just fine Percy. We’re gonna get some water in you and then you can sleep okay?” she turned her attention to Percy, who was still slumped miserably against her side, tears of exertion sliding silently down his cheeks. He was gonna be fine. Right?