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CHAPTER TWO "𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙚, 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙮?"
*ೃ༄꒰ঌ ໒꒱*ೃ༄
Eloise found herself in the infirmary, having her bandages removed from the scar inflicted by Clarisse during capture the flag. As the nurse worked, Eloise absentmindedly fidgeted with the bracelet made of black beads, her fingers tracing its contours.
"Stay here, I'm gonna get some wipes to clean it up, alright?" the nurse instructed before stepping out of the room. Her departing footsteps echoed on the wooden floor, leaving Eloise alone with her thoughts.
Letting out a sigh, Eloise idly swung her legs over the edge of the bed, which seemed too tall for her petite frame. She glanced down at her shoes, feeling a sense of boredom creeping in. She had never anticipated finding herself in the infirmary and had never planned to visit. Like many others, she had always deemed it boring.
"Eloise, daughter of Eris." A voice calls out, Chiron. Eloise lifts her head up and looks over at him.
"Huh?" She says. "You have a visitor, shall they come in?" He says.
At the moment, she wanted to be alone. She didn't want to talk, didn't want to do anything. If it weren't for the scar Clarisse gave her, she'd probably be in her bed, ignoring every knock at her door.
She slightly shakes her head no, but Chiron didn't seem to capture that.
"It's Percy Jackson." He moves to the side, revealing the blonde boy, who stood nervously.
Eloise pursed her lips, gripping onto the sheets. "It's boring here, anyway." She tilts her head as she lifts a shoulder. "Is that a yes?" Chiron asks.
"Yea." She mutters.
Chiron stepped aside, allowing Percy entry into the room before closing the door, leaving the two alone.
For a moment, silence enveloped them, broken only by the faint creaking of the wood as Percy moved and their synchronized breathing.
"My mom gave it to me," Eloise sighed. "She gave it to me to help with my temper."
"Does it actually help?" Percy inquired, puzzled.
Eloise tilted her head in thought. "I guess. My temper isn't as bad with it on. But before my mom started sending me letters and stuff, I was the worst."
