All's Fair in Love and War
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Everything was dark. That was the first thing Warren noticed.
She felt feverish and claustrophobic, and when she tried to move her body didn't want to respond. Her limbs ached and weighed her down. A breath of frustration escaped her lips.
"I think she's waking up," a voice said.
Warren tried to see who'd spoken, but everything was still black. Her eyes were closed, she realized. The effort to open them was nearly insurmountable, but she groaned again and forced her lashes to flutter.
She flinched away from the light that pierced her vision. It felt like an icepick to the brain.
"Mmm," she winced.
"Hey, take it easy," the voice beside her said.
Warren squinted past the blinding brightness and saw Percy sitting to her right. She was lying down in the Big House's sickroom. Chiron and Annabeth were at the foot of her bed.
"Perce?" she croaked. It felt like she'd gargled glass.
"Yeah, I'm here," he said tentatively.
Percy's expression, and Annabeth's for that matter, was apprehensive. They almost looked scared. But Warren couldn't tell if they were scared for her...or scared of her.
Memories surged to the front of her mind: Luke, bloodied and broken. Herself, completely out of control. Her vision swam.
"Luke...what happened? D-did I....?"
Annabeth shook her head. "He's alive. Chiron showed up with reinforcements and he got away."
"Oh," was all Warren could say. In a way, she was relieved that Luke was alive. She'd never killed a mortal. A person. If she'd murdered Luke...Warren didn't know if she could cope with the aftermath.
"And Thalia's tree?" she asked.
"Clarisse made it in time," Percy said.
"Good." Warren sighed. She tried to sit up but something stopped her, something firm around her middle. Warren peeked under the covers and saw a thick leather strap binding her to the bed.
"What's this?" she whispered.
"My dear," Chiron said. "It was for your own protection."
A nauseous pit churned in her stomach. "What did I do?"
The centaur looked grim. "You weren't in control of your actions. Before I intervened—"
"Did I hurt anyone?" Warren asked firmly.
They all avoided her gaze.
"You were sedated before any—"
"Chiron. Did - I - hurt - anyone?"
He looked fleetingly at Percy, and Warren turned her attention toward the boy.
"Perce?"
He gave her an awkward smile that honestly looked more like a grimace. He lifted the corner of his shirt and revealed a long five finger scratch down his side. It was purple and raised, having broken the skin in several places.
