ivy ✹ percy jackson¹

i. Everything Will Glow For You

Ivy sighed as she scraped drool from Percy Jackson's chin. If she was being honest, she expected some flashy buff guy, but instead, she was faced with a scrawny blonde boy. He appeared to be about her age.

She knew better than to underestimate someone based on their looks. It wasn't something she enjoyed, especially when she was the one being underestimated.

She heard a huff of boredom from behind her. Ivy wheeled around to glare at her friend, Annabeth. Her dark skin glowed in the sunlight that crept into the infirmary, and her braids were in a half-up half-down style.

"What?" The daughter of Athena asked, shrugging her shoulders.

"Aren't you the one that's supposed to be feeding him this?" Ivy whined.

"Yes, but I'm not good at that kind of stuff. I'd probably give him more than he needed and kill him."

Ivy groaned. "I'm not good at this either! You could literally ask anyone."

It was true. The last time she'd attempted to help out the Apollo cabin in the infirmary she'd ended up injuring someone even more. It was safe to say she was not very welcome back in the infirmary.

She turned back to the unconscious boy, studying him intently. As she scanned his face, she noticed his slightly open.

"Hey, Annabeth?" She called out, earning a 'hm' from the girl. "I think he's awake."

Annabeth practically flew out of her seat at that. As soon as his eyes were opened, Annabeth interrogated the poor guy. "What will happen at the summer solstice?"

He managed to croak, "What?"

Annabeth looked at Ivy, who simply shrugged. Annabeth groaned, so desperately wanting answers she wasn't getting. She didn't give up, however. "What's going on? What was stolen? We've only got a few weeks!"

"I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I don't..."

Someone knocked on the door. Annabeth snatched the nectar from Ivy and shoved a spoonful into his mouth. He knocked out almost instantly.

Argus, camp security, entered the room to relieve them of their 'shift'. Argus was a husky blonde guy. He reminded Ivy of a surfer. He had blue eyes covering his entire body. On his cheeks, his forehead, and the backs of his hands.

Ivy thanked Argus for taking over and practically dragged Annabeth out of the infirmary.

"He still isn't awake?" Ivy asked as she took a seat beside Grover and in front of Percy.

Grover shook his head sadly. He stood leaning against the porch railing,

"Don't worry, Grover. I'm sure he'll wake up soon," she reassured him.

"I hope so," Grover said.

A few moments passed before Percy woke up. He reached for the glass of nectar in front of him, which had a green straw and a paper parasol stuck through a maraschino cherry. His hands, however, were so weak that he nearly dropped the glass as soon as he wrapped his fingers around it.

"Careful," Ivy said. Percy's eyes darted to her immediately. Now that he was awake, Ivy could see his eyes. They were a striking ocean blue, complimenting his dark blonde hair almost perfectly. He looked how Ivy imagined a surfer boy from Los Angeles would look.