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i followed the sounds of heaving to the plane bathroom.
pepper and i shared an unamused look at the door. i held my dad's iron man helmet against my hip, and rolled my eyes.
"oh god!" i heard my dad retching. "this is the end of the road for me."
"he's kidding, right?" i pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to calm myself down. we've been working too hard on this to let him ruin it.
"i'm serious," my dad tried to wave us away as he continued to heave. "give me a little space."
"get up," pepper rolled her eyes.
"god, i can't go through with it," he muttered.
"shut up and get ready. i've kept my mouth shut about this for months. haven't even told percy or annabeth. you're doing this. you have to," i told him.
"i'm telling ya," my dad began getting up. "can't do it."
"we don't have time for this!" pepper said. "we have to go!"
"oh god. you don't wanna see that," my dad got up, flushing the toilet.
i scrunched my face up. "i'm sure no one does."
"where am i?" he asked coming closer. "do i look weird?"
"you look like you do everyday," i rolled my eyes.
"yeah, you look like you have a hangover," pepper continued.
"i literally just almost died here," my dad said as pepper and i led him out of the washroom. "give me some toast, give me some crackers. ginger ale, anything."
"you don't need anything," i glared at him. "stop being a baby."
