"Annabeth!"
My consciousness slowly flickered like a candle's flame. Then another gust of pain and weakness blew it out.
"Annabeth!"
I groaned as I struggled to wake up my senses, even though every part of my body protested.
My eyes opened slowly. It was dark, I thought for a second they were still shut, but I blinked a few times. My head hurt—it hurt really bad. Wait, no it was my arm. My arm hurt really bad. And my hip?
My vision was blurry—I felt like I was looking through a kaleidoscope, but it was only dark navy, black, grey, and a strikingly white color that speckled the array of blurriness.
My head pounded. I felt like I had earmuffs on.
"Annabeth!"
The voice was closer now, but still shouted like I was in a tunnel. Where was I? What was happening?
I cracked my eyes open again, just barely, and saw a very large figure barreling toward me in the darkness. A slow blink, and then the figure had stopped, and a smaller one jumped off it, coming closer to me.
Was I dreaming?
My eyes closed again. I heard my name, but it sounded like the person's voice was dragged through molasses. Hands grabbed me, then wrapped around me. I didn't realize how cold I was until warmth flooded me as the person gathered me up in a close embrace.
I was so tired. My eyes still wouldn't open. My arm hurt. I wanted to talk but I couldn't make my mouth work.
I felt so peaceful, so safe, in this person's arms. I think it was okay to just go back to sleep now. Right before I did, a hand gently touched my face, and almost as if I dreamed it, lips touched my own, softly but desperately.
Then I fell into darkness once more.
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You don't know how frustrating it is being half-awake.
My conscious would flick on and off like a dying candle, and each time I could hear people talking, yet I couldn't respond. I wanted to say something, but every time I tried, nothing came out.
Slowly I regained control over my other senses. The next to come after me hearing was feeling. There was a soft cloth over me, keeping me warm. A sharp, pungent smell that washed over me and it took me a few seconds to recognize-rubbing alcohol.
I swallowed tentatively, tasting stale spit and something else. Something bitter that left an aftertaste. Medicine was my guess. Why?
Wait. The trail ride. I was lost. Porkpie bolted and I fell—my arm.
My mom's gonna kill me.
With that thought raging about in my head, my eyes flew open, searching wildly around.
A bright, blinding light hit my irises, sending a light ache of pain to my head. The little jab seemed to kickstart a repeating pulse of pain, otherwise known as a headache.
Blinking a few times to adjust my eyes, I paused, breathing deeply before looking around.
I was in a hospital room, laying on a clean white bed that was the same color as the walls and ceiling. It was quiet except for a small beeping by my head—one of the few machines surrounding me.
"Annabeth?"
My eyes shot over to the direction of the familiar voice. I tried to not move my head too much for fear of the pain increasing.
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FanfictionAnnabeth Chase--a name known all over the country. She's the number one actress, girls would die to be her and guys would die to be with her. Except for one guy. Luke Castellan. Her all time crush. Luke is cast as the lead in an upcoming movie, an...