Dealing with Drama

Talking with Thalia

AN: ....JUSTICE FOR ORNITHOPODA!

Time: A day later

Percy seemed to be in that position a lot.

His chest was again covered in tight bandages to keep the wound on his chest from opening any further. He was dressed in loose shorts that hung limp around his waist. His upper body was bare, revealing how much his toned muscles had degraded. He looked like shit, though still muscular, he had thinned considerably over the week. His feet were wrapped in bandages, and there were more strapped around his head.

"You're lucky Hestia could heal that much. It seemed that the chest wound was blocking your immortality." Calypso observed, "I haven't seen anything like that in my entire medical career." She admitted, playing with a lock of her caramel hair.

Calypso looked heavenly, as always. Her curvy, busty body was clothed in a thin white dress with golden trimmings, lace covering her back and waist. She seemed to have an unlimited supply of those dresses, and Percy assumed that it was to occur, solitary confinement on a tropical island for millennia and all that. Today, her beautiful caramel hair was braided with a moonlace blossom, the soft green leaves intact, attached to the soft stem that she used to braid her hair. Its beautiful white petals glowed softly due to her close proximity to Artemis.

Her face was the literal definition of bored. Her soft, pink lips were puckered in dissatisfaction, and she rolled her gorgeous amber eyes at every other thing that was said. Her left hand impatiently drummed on the wooden desk she was leaning against, her bare feet tapping impatiently.

"Will you stop doing that?" Ruby snapped at her.

The gorgeous daughter of Aphrodite was wearing her Hunter parka with a pair of khaki shorts. Her cherry blonde hair was let down, the silver of her parka going perfectly with the colour of her silky tresses. Her clear azure eyes, so like her mother, shined with worry for the man sitting up on the infirmary bed. Her cute button nose matched her cute, soft features and short stature.

"Artemis is waiting for you, Jackson. So is everyone else." Ruby warned.

Percy faintly noted with amusement how every Hunter, except Artemis, seemed to insist on calling him Jackson.

"Not Athena or Drew." He turned slightly glum at Atalanta's quiet observation, reminding him of his harem problem. Piper elbowed the Huntress, making her wince as she caught her slip up.

"Stop opening your mouth without thinking, Atalanta." The second daughter of Aphrodite in the room, reprimanded.

Percy ruffled his hair, a habit he had picked up as a child. It usually had the effect of making his messy raven hair even messier, but at the moment, his black hair was cut in a sharp military cut. He missed the feeling of running his fingers through his long, soft and silky hair. His skin had regained a bit of his original, tanned copper colour, though.

Percy winced at the bandages that covered his forearms, well aware of the scars that they hid.

It was only thanks to the miracles the gentle hearth goddess worked on his body, that Percy could even sit up right then, only a day later after his attempted suicide.

He was even allowed to walk, though the magical bindings would not be coming off anytime soon.

Nor was he eager to rip it off anytime soon. Calypso got.... quite angry when he disobeyed her medical orders. As he found out the hard way, unfortunately.