Comatose

Chapter Three

Year One

The first year out of his coma was hell. He screamed, cried, and attempted suicide on multiple occasions, until he was finally admitted into a mental institute, where he refused to talk to anyone, eat, or proceed with any simple tasks other than going to the bathroom and writing. Someone tried to read his works once, but he was viciously attacked and threatened by Percy soon after. His stay was extended another six months after that.

Year Two

Year two was pretty similar. Screaming, sobbing, attempting suicide in any way he could come up with and writing. Moderate progression in the basic needs field- he could brush his teeth and occasionally eat. He still didn't talk.

Year Three

He was showing a lot more progress. He would eat meals, take care of himself, and was working on communication and, of course, writing- though he did have multiple screaming episodes where he essentially told everyone to fuck off and that they had no idea what he had been through. Some interrogation was required on suspects of abuse, but he merely scoffed. 'I've been through worse than you and your stupid facility could even imagine.'

Year Four

Year four was a year of extreme progress. He was allowed to leave the facility, but there would be daily visits every day to his apartment, which he was affording off of payments of mental disability. He immediately bought a laptop and spent his days typing or exploring New York- always taking his notebook with him in a black laptop bag with all his writing materials, accompanied by sketching materials. Showing great improvement.

Year Five

Percy started getting visits weekly. Then bi-weekly, monthly, and eventually he didn't have any more visits. He was officially discharged from the facility, still being given monthly payments in order for him to live someone. No one had the heart to tell him that his mother passed away year two- but he didn't ask questions.

Year Six

Radiant, Inquisitive, Charismatic, Hopeful, Absolute, Reverent, Dauntless. Resilient, Inconcievable, Omnicompetent, Reliable, Dexterous, Advantageous, and Noble.

Percy published his first book under the adjective he used to describe a different friend.

R.I.C.K. R.I.O.R.D.A.N.

Year Seven

His book was a huge success, and he was quick to publish another. When asked about where he put his money by reporters, Percy stated that all of it went to non-profit organizations for those in comas or mental/medical disorders. People quickly bought up the second.

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Over the next sixteen years, Percy published book after book, honoring none other than his best friends. Just based on the tales of his comatose dreams, accompanied with perfectly identical sketches done by Percy himself, perfect replicas of his friends.

During those sixteen years, the question finally came- and he presented his story. He cried through the entire thing, explaining to the sympathetic reporter and over half the world about his painful journey coming out of a coma where he had created a perfect world, with people that loved and cared for him, where he seemed to have spent his entire life, only to be thrown into a world where your own mother doesn't seem real. He explained how he stayed in a mental hospital for an upwards of four years, and all he did was write. And once he got out, he made a vow to honor his friends- and he did. Every character is perfectly portrayed as they were in his perfect life in Camp Half-Blood, with identical portraits.

Unfortunately, as soon as he finished his last book, he passed away in his sleep. Some people say his time to enlighten the world on the importance of supporting those who need it was over, that he was a messenger from heaven and had finally reconnected with his friends from his coma in the Strawberry fields of Camp Half-Blood, tucked away near Montauk that no one could find. His funeral was private, but some claim they saw a tall, slender man dressed in all black escorting a transparent Percy out of the building, both of them fading out of existence.

Some say it was Nico, the Son of Hades from his books. Other says it's folklore. No matter what you believe, just know, that Perseus Jackson, is finally at peace.