Bronze Gold Shadow (Percy Jackson/Teen Wolf Crossover)

Will's Dad

There was crashing and flames. There was fire and explosions. There was the smell of sulphur and the taste of iron. 

The taste of blood. 

It was everywhere. It was all over me. I was covered in it. 

Most of it wasn't mine. 

It covered me completely like a second skin. I couldn't get it off. It was all over me. 

It was all over me. 

I woke up and kicked the blankets off. I sat up, quickly scanning the room. I couldn't see much but the glow from Cabin Eight helped me make out silhouettes. My siblings in their bunks. The library. The SMART board. The worktables. 

It was a dream, I told myself. It was a dream. 

That didn't make me feel better. 

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I knocked on the door to Cabin Seven. Will opened up with his t-shirt half on. He pulled it down and sent me a sheepish smile. "Sorry about that," he said. 

"All good," I told him. "You ready for me?" 

"Yeah, come on in," he replied. He opened the door for me and I went to the cot. The sound of the shower came from the back room. According to Will it was for paitents who sometimes couldn't get to the bathrooms and needed help washing. I was still a little jealous though. 

"Where are the others?" I asked. I sat down on a cot that was next to a bunk with a messy bed and an IPod beside the pillows. 

"Early morning hike," Will responded. He was at the cabinet of supplies and was looking through it for my paste. 

"Your dad?" 

Will nodded to the bathroom. He turned around with the paste container in his hands. "You ready?" 

I nodded and pulled up my shirt to reveal my sports bra and the bandage. The bandage was wrapped around my shoulder as always but was a little dirty from my wearing it for two days. Everyone in my cabin knew about the injury, they just didn't know how I got it. 

I preferred it that way. 

Will went to work, taking off the bandage and examining the wound. It looked no better than before. It was green and yellow around the edges with puss and small amounts of blood leaking out. 

Will sighed. "I thought the paste would start working." 

"It doesn't look worse," I stated. 

He nodded but there was still a grim look in his eye. He unscrewed the cap and got some paste on his fingers. "Ready?" 

I nodded. Will lightly applied the paste to the wound. I hissed and gripped the cot. 

"Sorry," he said quietly. 

"It's okay," I said. "Why does it always have to be so cold?" 

"Some of the other stuff we need to keep cold so it's all refridgerted," he replied. He rubbed the silver paste around the wound and started humming. It was more like getting a massage than healing a wound at this point. 

There was a knock on the door to the bathroom. "Is it okay for me to come out?" a voice called. 

I blinked in shock. The Apollo from January never would've done that. 

"One minute," Will replied. He grabbed a new roll of bandages and started wrapping them around me. They would stay on for a da or two. It was a good thing this was a clean bra.