Percabeth One Shots💅🏻✨

104. Friends Do This

Trigger warning? not really canon compliant but same world :)

It all happened so damn fast. How was he supposed to expect to be mugged? He'd grown up in New York City his entire life! Grover and Annabeth both make fun of his accent! Maybe it was his fault for walking around in the Ralph Lauren sweatshirt his dad thought would be a nice present for a nineteen year old boy. Or so he says.

He wasn't paying attention when he crossed the street and his hero quickly turned into a soon to be murderer. He pulled Percy from the road, made sure he was okay before pulling his knife and demanding his wallet. Percy being the Certified New Yorker™ he is, knows how to handle muggers, they're mostly all talk and no real threat. Annabeth, who grew up in Virginia, told him that personal details humanize you so they break from their psychosis or whatever she said. So that's exactly what he did.

He told Mr. Mugger that he was on his way to Grover's, his best friend's apartment since Annabeth was supposed to get in later that night and they were going to have a little reunion. He told Mr. Mugger about his mother, his sister and his stepfather, both of them, but before he could tell Mr. M about his rich daddy he sliced right through the hoodie, from his right side down to his hip, a pretty deep gash that he definitely should have gone to the hospital for... but couldn't. He'd probably end up needing blood or something and he cannot risk the suspicious godly blood or whatever he has.

Grover probably knows some nature magic to heal him, so no need to get to camp. Besides if it's as bad as it feels he can call his mom to bring some ambrosia or something.

So he buzzed Grover's buzzer like a thousand times, and interrupted him before he could talk.

"I'm hurt." Was all he said before hearing the buzzer. He slowly climbed the stairs because that's what you do when you're bleeding heavily after being mugged.

He rang the doorbell and it swung open immediately. He fell into whosever arms answered the door. (Annabeth's arms but he doesn't know that yet).

She dragged his practically dead body into Grover's apartment, who had gone out to see Juniper since she said it was an emergency, and laid him down on Grover's bed.

She did her best to stitch him up. She tried her darn tootin hardest to not get distracted by the abundance of muscles in his abdomen, his arms, his chest his— his everywhere, and sutured him up. He was saying incoherent things as she threaded the needle, and, yeah it was terrifying to see his eyes roll back into his head, but it's not like he hasn't been in worse condition.

She'll have to find whatever monster, an empousa (that's what she assumed) or wait come by to finish her kill and Annabeth's plan was to not going to let her crush of too long die by the hands of a stupid empousa. If he was to die by a girl's hands it was going to be hers or his mother's, she will have his head for being so stupid and not using his instincts.

When she woke up the next morning, in Grover's itchy bed she was desperately curled into Percy's side. Her breath caught and her heart stopped. She took a second to admire the steady rise and fall of his chest, thanking the Apollo cabin for those suture skills class they teach every half-blood before going out into the world.

She sneaked a peak at his chest, the stitches were a bit excessive considering the amount of ambrosia she gave him. She felt his sweaty forehead, he was still very warm, she decided it would be best to lay off the godly food till his body temperature went down. He was probably sporting a fever, and she may not know much about taking care of others, she does know how to heal a fever.

However, when she attempted to roll out of bed, Percy's arm held her tighter. Probably some weird instinct he picked up while questing, his subconscious probably thought she was a bag and not the happiest woman in the world. She had always wanted to spend excessive time in his arms, though the circumstances were not at all what she had hoped.

She snuggled in a bit until she heard him whimper at which point she jumped backwards, off of him, scared of hurting him. She grabbed a washcloth and some cool water to help lower his fever. By the time she was back in the room he was sitting up, looking confused.

"Hey." His voice was groggy, and it was stupid how sexy it sounded to her. His breath was probably rancid and she wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

"Morning sleepyhead."

"When did you get in? And where's Grover?"

"Grover hasn't been home since five last night when Juniper called him. And I caught an earlier flight in hopes of surprising you— Grover. I love scaring that old goat."

"Yeah, his eyes go all slitted and it's kinda funny." He took her hand, which she wasn't unhappy about, and pulled her to him. He hugged her, and just breathed her in. He was acting like she was the one who showed up practically dead last night. He held her a beat too long for them to be 'just friends' and she had to pull away or she might completely melt into him, which wouldn't be good for his wounds. "Thank you." He whispered it like he was ashamed of himself.

She brushed the hair that lays on his forehead out of his eyes and was a bit confused.

"Why do you seem so upset about an empousa attack?" (Still assuming here)

"It wasn't an empousa."

"Don't tell me Mrs. O'Leary did this?!"

"No, no. It— it was—" He cut himself off with a cough that sounded like it could rip his stitches open. She laid him back down and flipped the cloth over. "Thanks."

"I gave you as much ambrosia as I could without, you know, killing you, but why does this seems so much worse?"

"It wasn't- it wasn't a greek monster." He looked down, ashamed like before.

"Was it Egyptian?" She chuckled nervously.

"It was some asshole mortal who saved me and then continued to slice me open, ruining a perfectly fine hoodie, and stole my wallet and-" he checked his pockets "my phone apparently."

"A mortal did this?" He nodded, unable to look into her eyes.

"Sorry for ruining your first night back."

"Best welcome party I've ever had."

"How long you staying?" She shrugged.

"As long as you guys'll have me."

"Ever since I moved back in with Mom, I think Grover's got a spare room." He smiled that stupid charming smile he can't help but wear.

"Maybe I'll be around then."

"We can have a redo of last night then."

"I thought I gave you some tips and tricks on what to do when you get mugged?"

"And I used them! I didn't even get to the part about having a rich daddy!" He pouted which just melted her insides.

"Did you tell him you were on your way to see friends?"

"Yuh huh!"

"And your a thousand percent sure he was mortal?"

"I didn't fight back, he struck me too quickly and ran before I could even pull riptide from my pocket."

"It's up to you if you want to file a police report I guess."

"What I do want is to go back to sleep." He whined and closed his eyes. She stayed a beat before his eye opened. "What are you doing?"

"Sorry, I was just about to get up—"

"Why? When I said I wanted to go back to sleep I meant that I need my snuggle buddy there too." She blushed but snuggled into his hastily repaired chest that was already practically healed and fell asleep to the snores of her best friend.