Death by Sea (Pernico fanfic)

Chapter 17: Gone (Percy's POV)

*Cookie needs medicine :/ this fever is killer*
*Also, listen to a depressing song while listening to this. I picked The jellyfish song from Dramatical Murder. The piano cover of AnimePianistDani is VERY STRONGLY RECOMMENDED FOR READING THIS CHAPTER*
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Chapter 17: Gone (Percy's POV)

Please don't... 

leave.

Don't... leave

me. 

I'm.... 

Scared.

I can't... picture a world without

you.

I can't picture...

Life without

Death.

I can't picture...

Happiness

without

Sadness.

But I guess there's that...

stupid saying.

Can't have a rainbow without a little rain.

But, the difference with their rain and mine...

is that

my rain isn't just rain.

It's a

Storm.

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Nico is... beautiful, despite the fact that he is becoming malnourished. It's been about a month since Will told me that.... Nico...

My Nico.

Wouldn't be waking up ever again. I remember crying. I remember Nico's machine just continuing with the beep, beep, beep. I remember wanted to scream. I remember Nico just sleeping through the whole thing.

To his credit, Nico was asleep. I sat in the chair next to Nico's bed. I looked at his thinning face and how his small chest rose and fell at a stead pace. His hands delicately placed at his sides, his head tilted just so to the right, to look at me slightly. Like he could be asleep, almost.

Nico, however, doesn't sleep this peacefully. Especially not on his back. He likes to curl into a ball, hold onto a person or a pillow. He... doesn't sleep on his back.

He looks like a corpse.

He looks dead.

I gag. My hand covers my mouth and I double over. I run for the bathroom, passing Will who looks at me worriedly.

"Percy...?" I just keep running and make it to the bathroom floor where I collapse in front of a toilet and puke. I grip the toilet seat tightly and when I finish, I sit back. I wipe my mouth and then look at the ceiling.

I cry.

I start to cry.

Nico is dead.

He is as good as dead.