Comatose

Chapter One

I was there. At Camp Half-Blood. I was sitting on my bed, surrounded by everyone. Annabeth, Nico, Grover... Everyone I was close with that survived the giant war. Then then I heard a voice, like a god was speaking to me. The voices of my friends blurred, along with my vision.

"He's starting to show symptoms of waking. He could wake up any day, hour, minute; any time now."

None of my friends seemed to notice the voice, the warm, gentle voice of a middle aged women. "Uh, guys? Did you not hear that?"

They all stopped talking to look at me. "What do you mean? Hear what?" Annabeth turned to face my more, her face twisting into a look of fear as she took my hand in between her own, squeezing it tightly.

"There- There was a voice. Did you not hear it? A voice about waking up."

"Waking up?" Annabeths brows furrowed, her eyes shining with worry. "Percy, there was no voice."

Everyone else was silent, watching Annabeth and I. "It's probably nothing, then. I'm probably just hearing someone outside or something."

Everyone nodded, except for Annabeth, who pulled her bottom lip between her teeth nervously before looking away. Then it came again. The voice, right in my ear yet a thousand miles away, firm but lucid.

"We're not sure, miss. It depends on a lot of things." The same voice from before. There was a quiet sniffling noise, then another voice. Warmer and more comforting than the last. Familiar.

"I-I... Okay. Thank you."

"Call us if anything drastic happens, alright miss? We'll be right at the hospital just in case. Remember to keep a close eye on him, this is when a lot of people slip and fall, even when it seems like they're getting better."

A deep, shaky breath. "I understand."

A high pitched ringing noise, starting from far away and slowly getting closer. Louder. More painful. I realized that I had my eyes closed, and I couldn't hear anything but the loud ringing, sending waves of pain into my temples.

I forced my eyes open and saw Annabeth, kneeling above me. Three Annabeths, blurry and moving in slow motion, mutely shouting as tears ran down her face. Her eyes were blotchy and red, and I wanted to comfort her, to all her what was wrong, but I couldn't seem to move.

My eyes slowly closed, and once they opened again, it was Nico, Annabeth, Grover and Tyson. Most crying, screaming, glitching around my vision as the ringing got louder and louder.

There was a fast paced beeping now, one that I knew from somewhere but couldn't place, going off in my ear. My ears seemed to pulse from the pressure of the ringing and high pitched beeping, a quickly rhythmed throbbing at my temples sending waves of pain and nausea through me.

I didn't want to close my eyes. The dark seemed scary to me. But they closed anyways, and a few moments later, they opened. The ringing was gone, as well as the beeping. The pain was still there, along with the throbbing, though both seemed to be slowly fading. I was in a dark room, laying on a bed; neither of which I recognized.

I couldn't move anything but my eyes, flitting around the dark room, trying to adjust to the darkness. I could vaguely make out the window on the left wall, outside of which was pitch black, and a dresser to my right. A closet, a desk, and a nightstand were along the rest of the walls around the medium sized room. I still didn't recognize anything. I figured I would be in the infirmary after what just happened, whatever just happened, but I appeared to be in an ordinary bedroom.

Maybe Chiron brought me to a new room in the big house? He always did that for people who were unconscious for more than ten hours. Then again, I felt like I wasn't out for more than ten minutes, and this didn't have a Camp Half-Blood feel to it. I knew all the rooms in the big house, and this definitely wasn't one of them. I tried to move again, but it was like I was paralyzed; there wasn't any feeling in my body. Just a numb buzzing sensation; like I was crammed full of TV static with a physical form.