The Irregular of Olympus (Annabeth Chase x Male Reader)

Chapter Three: The Reveal

3rd POV

As Y/N laid limp against the marble base of a statue, blood continued to flow from the three huge gashes on his chest.

Suddenly, a whirring sound of a machine could be heard from within the big echoey gallery.

"Y/N, where are you?" Chiron worriedly muttered while looking around the room for any sign of the shaggy white hair boy.

He's been looking for Y/N all over the museum for almost an hour now, but when he arrived at the Greek and Roman section, he could tell the environment was different. Passing by marble statues and glass cases full of really old black-and-orange pottery.

At once, he noticed droplets of red liquid on the marble floor. He approached it with his motorized wheelchair and looked closely.

He saw it dropped in a certain direction away from him and soon, his eyes open wide in realization as he quickly looked up towards the statue in front of him.

Concern washed over in an instant while he hastily moved forward. Chiron began placing the pieces. Something bad must have happened to Y/N, he was bleeding and he hid behind the statue so that no mortals could find him or more specifically... from Percy Jackson.

When Chiron went over to the side of the marble base and behind, what he had witnessed shook him right to his core.

He saw Y/N slump forward, his back against the marble, head down and his white covering his face as there was now blood on the floor.

"Y/N!" He exclaimed, his voice echoing through the room.

He instantly jumped out of his motorized wheelchair, revealing his true form of being a centaur and sat down beside the unconscious white-haired boy due to his huge physique.

Chiron gently grabbed Y/N as he supported his back with an arm. He began examining Y/N's injuries and saw three long deep cuts along his chest.

He immediately brought up his hand towards one of his wrists to check Y/N's pulse and he was still alive, which was a relief, but Y/N had lost too much blood as he was looking pale.

Chiron hurriedly turned towards his magical wheelchair and dug through inside in a hurry with his free hand. He was trying to find something while he still held unto the unconscious Y/N.

When he had grabbed what he was looking, he pulled out his hand to bring out a small bottle that had some sort of liquid inside. He then served it to Y/N and tipped it on his lips, letting the liquid go in and down his throat.

After a few seconds, nothing much had happened and Chiron could feel his heart beating in anxiety as Y/N slowly opened his eyes.

"Thank the Gods..." He sighed in relief while a huge load was lifted off of his shoulders.

So, glad you aren't dead Demigod.

That would be such an embarrassment.