𝑹𝒆𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 [𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧]

33- The Princess

17 December, 2396

I woke up in the hospital, and looked around. There was a wind brewing. Percy was sitting on the bed next to me, watching me intently. He looked rough, there was a cut on his cheek, and his left arm was completely bandaged. He wasn't in his normal suit, but wearing sweatpants and a grey sleeveless top. I looked down and realised I was in casual clothing too.

"How long have I been out?" I croaked.

"Two days." He responded. I nodded.

"Water." I requested.

"How do you feel?" Percy asked tenderly, while pressing a glass to my lips.

"Like I've just been run over by a truck." I responded truthfully. Percy chuckled.

"That's one way to put it." He said, running a hand through his messy hair and sitting near my legs on the bed.

"What happened? Is everyone okay?" I asked, and Percy nodded with his eyes closed.

"Yeah. Everyone's fine. Rest up, Wise Girl. Ask questions later." He recommended.

"No, Percy. I'm fine." I argued.

"You're not fine, Annabeth. You have three concussions and a few broken ribs. I highly doubt that counts as fine." He said, standing up, he winced when he stood.

"Are you okay?" I asked, and Percy smiled widely.

"Not really." He admitted. "I can't really move my left arm right now. The blast broke my scapula, and Will says it'll need replacing, I'm getting surgery tommorow."

"Percy..." I said, at a loss for words, feeling heavy. He came in close and cupped my face with his good hand.

"Rest, Wise Girl. I promise I'll tell you everything when you wake up." He said, and closed my eyes with his hand. My head felt heavy, and within no time, I was out like a light.

18 December, 2396

"Hey, wake up." A sing song voice woke me. "I brought you breakfast." I opened one eye and then the other when I heard of breakfast. Percy was holding a tray, and wearing a carefree smile. He passed me the tray.

"When's your surgery?" I asked him, that being the first thing that came to my mind.

"An hour." He responded.

"What happened yesterday?" I asked, and Percy finally yielded.

"Well... you know how the Northern Rebels said they had a plan if the trial went haywire?" He said, his voice edgy.

"Well... Rachel bombed the hearing." He drawled. My jaw dropped.

"She did that?" I asked.

"Not directly. Luke was wearing a suicide bombers jacket, and Rachel was supposed to snipe Gabriel. But, one of the guards saw her, her finger slipped, and she hit Luke accidentally. Causing the whole place to blast." Percy informed, and I looked at my food without emotion. I had expected that Luke must've died, I knew Percy would never let him get away again. I wanted to feel sad, or even guilty at Luke's death, but the only thing I felt was relief. I hated myself for it, but after what he did to me, Luke deserved to be dead. Anyone who dares to touch another person without their consent should not be allowed to live freely.

"Gabriel, he was next to Luke? What happened to him?" I asked, hoping that he too would've died with Luke.

Percy shook his head. "I don't know. Worst case scenario, he's still out there somewhere. And best case scenario, he's dead."