𝙰𝚖𝚘𝚛 𝚅𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝙾𝚖𝚗𝚒𝚊 》𝙿𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚜 𝙰𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘

1.06

THE SOUND OF footsteps is what awoke Kyra from her deep slumber.

She sat up, a small groan emitting from her lips, and rubbed her eyes. Once she managed to open them, she saw a girl, close to her age, standing at the foot of her bed. She had curly blonde hair, tan skin, and the stormiest eyes she had ever seen on a person. Kyra also took notice of the calculated look on the girl's face, like she couldn't decide whether Kyra could be trusted or not.

"Who are you?" Kyra asked, confusion written all over her face.

"Annabeth Chase," the girl answered after a moment's hesitation. "Who are you?"

"Kyra Castillo," the ebony-haired girl answered. "Have you been watching me sleep this entire time, Annabeth?"

Annabeth shrugged at her question. "Well, someone had to make sure you didn't die from a cerebral edema, right?"

"Wh—sorry—what was that?" Kyra asked. "Was that a sneeze or was that something important you just said?"

The blonde rolled her eyes at the question. Maybe she'd hit her head harder than originally thought. "Cerebral edema," she reiterated. "It's when fluid builds up in your brain. It can kill you if not treated properly."

"Oh," Kyra started. "Right, makes total sense."

In all honesty, it made no sense to her, but she wasn't about to say that out loud. She could already tell that this 'Annabeth' thought she was a little stupid–which to be fair, she kind of was–so she wasn't going to give her any more reason to think so.

"Um, so...do you mind telling me where we are, exactly?" Kyra asked. "I mean, I know we're in some kind of hospital room, but where?"

"This is Camp Half-Blood," Annabeth answered. "It's where people like you and me stay."

"You and me?" Kyra repeated, even though a feeling in her gut told her exactly what Annabeth meant.

"Demigods."

Kyra sucked in a breath through her teeth and let out a heavy sigh. If what Annabeth said was true, then that meant...no. It was a dream. All of it–it had to be! Sally Jackson couldn't be dead, no matter what she saw.

Without a second thought, the girl ripped the blanket from off of her body and stood up, making her way towards the door. She couldn't breathe. If she spent another second in this infirmary, she would surely pass out.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Annabeth asked, gripping Kyra's arm to stop her in her tracks. "Even if I wanted to let you go, you're in no condition to be roaming around freely."

"Where is he?" Kyra demanded, pulling away from the blonde's grasp. "Percy, where is he?"

"He's in another room," the other girl answered. "Still knocked out, like you should be right now."

"Why should I be knocked out right now? I'm fine, see?" She waved her arms around, showing Annabeth that she felt nothing excruciatingly painful.

"You weren't expected to wake up for another day or two. The injuries you acquired were beyond what we've seen. Especially for a new kid. Yet, you've completely healed on your own. That's not normal, even for demigod standards."

Kyra was unsure of what to say in response to those words. Was she supposed to explain herself? It wasn't like she knew the answer. She realized that she healed from wounds quicker than everyone else–hell, even just the other day her cuts and bruises she received from Mrs. Wright had healed before the Jackson's had picked her up. But that didn't mean she understood why her body mended itself so quickly. Not that she wasn't grateful, of course, because with the amount of injuries she received in a day, she needed something to help her.