Percy's not okay

Percy was Poisoned?

Percy P.O.V.

Iris pulled up the final memory and I buried my head into mom's chest and grabbed dad's hand. I was overwhelmed with emotion as I remembered the memories, and I needed the comfort of my mom and my dad. I wanted them to hold me and comfort me as I processed the memories. This worried both of them.

The day I was poisoned at the tender age of 10. It was a terrifying experience that left me bedridden in the hospital for what felt like an eternity. The events leading up to that fateful day are etched in my memory, serving as a constant reminder of the fragility of life.

It was a warm summer afternoon, and I was out exploring the woods near my house with my friends. The sun was shining brightly, casting dappled shadows through the trees. We were on a quest for adventure, oblivious to the dangers that awaited us.

As we ventured deeper into the forest, we stumbled upon a hidden clearing. In the center stood a peculiar plant, its vibrant colors and exotic scent luring us closer. Naively, I reached out to touch it, unaware of the danger it possessed.

Within seconds, an intense burning sensation spread through my hand, followed by a wave of nausea. Panic washed over me as I realized something was terribly wrong. My friends rushed me back home, their worried faces etched with concern.

Sally Jackson, equally alarmed, immediately rushed me to the hospital. The journey felt like an eternity, every passing second filled with agony. The hospital seemed like a maze of white walls and beeping machines, a stark contrast to the beauty of the outside world I had just left behind.

The doctors and nurses worked tirelessly to save me, their words of reassurance barely reaching my ears. I was hooked up to various machines, monitors beeping in an erratic symphony. Time became a blur as I lay there, my body weak and vulnerable.

Days turned into weeks, and I remained confined to the sterile hospital room. Visitors came and went, their worried faces a constant reminder of the severity of my condition. I longed to be outside, to feel the sun on my face and the wind in my hair. But for now, I was trapped in this sterile environment, fighting for my life.

Slowly but surely, I began to recover. The poison no longer coursing through my veins, my strength returned gradually. The hospital became a place of healing rather than suffering, a sanctuary that nurtured me back to health.

Eventually, the day came when I was deemed well enough to leave. As I stepped outside, the world seemed brighter, more vibrant than ever before. Every breath I took was a reminder of my resilience, of the strength I had found within myself.

That memory of being poisoned at the age of 10 and having to stay in the hospital will forever be etched in my mind. It serves as a constant reminder of life's fragility and the importance of cherishing every moment.

Poseidon's P.O.V.

My baby was poisoned? Why didn't I know about this? I should have known about it. I wanted to wrap my son in bubble wrap and lock him up so he wouldn't be hurt. Unfortunately, there is no way to prevent accidents and illnesses. My baby could have experienced this poison without me knowing because I were not aware of it or because I was unaware of the potential dangers.

"Poseidon you can't lock up Percy from the world," Hades, my lover and brother, told me as he rubbed Percy's back.

"I know but I can't imagine him getting hurt again," I mumbled. I could tell Percy was shaking and wanted to sleep. I couldn't blame him.

Hades smiled and pulled me closer. He whispered in my ear, "He'll be fine. We'll protect him." I could feel my heart melt as I watched him comforting Percy. He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead before releasing me. I looked up into his eyes, my heart full of love for him. I knew he would take care of Percy and I knew I could trust him.

I hugged him tightly and whispered, "Thank you." He smiled and nodded, his eyes filled with love. I could feel his warmth radiating through my body and I felt safe in his arms.