𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐑𝐇𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

10 - cleaning each others wounds is rizz

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

AFTER ALMOST DYING, summoning the spirit of a dead girl she'd never met wasn't the way Elia thought her night was going to go. She was hoping for a long nap, maybe some cold water to replenish the large amount of blood she had lost, but nope! There she had stood with the others beside a large pit that was made for a septic tank, but was then filled with root beer and barbeque. 

Plus, she definitely felt like she was intruding the whole time, standing there in the dim moonlight while Nico begged for his big sister to come back to him. Elia didn't like to judge too hard, but she couldn't help but feel a little bit of resentment towards Bianca di Angelo for the way she treated her brother. The blonde understood— it was hard to still be a kid and have to raise your brother on your own— but she didn't agree. She'd seen Nico at camp after Bianca left to run off with the Hunters. He'd been heartbroken, wondering if she didn't love him anymore. No kid should feel like that. But also, who was Elia to talk? She gets separation anxiety from her siblings when they leave for the school year, let alone for eternity. 

After that emotional altercation, Elia and Annabeth had quickly retreated to a guest room that Eurytion offered them— he was much nicer when Geryon wasn't looming over him. 

Immediately, the daughter of Apollo was fast asleep, curled into a ball on her side of the bed. Lucky her, there were no out-of-the-ordinary dreams— at least not any she could remember. She had a brief recollection of dark corridors and pained screams, but it felt like deja vu, just on the tip of her tongue without being tangible enough for her to touch. 

She woke to a stinging pain in her wrists, groggily squinting at them in the darkened room to see blotches of crimson soaking through the bandages. Fucking shit. 

Stumbling out of the guest room, Elia gently closed the door behind her and wandered down the hall, checking for the bathroom. When she found it, she stepped inside and flicked on the light, leaving the door cracked. 

Crystalline eyes glanced over the cabinets on the walls, trying to guess where the first aid would be kept. Did Geryon even have first aid? Neither he nor Eurytion needed it. 

Choosing a random cupboard, she softly opened it and was greeted with the welcome sight of some basic first aid. Fuck yeah.

After sitting on the toilet seat, surrounded by bandages and disinfectant, the blonde carefully unwrapped the bandages around her left wrist, hissing as the gauze pulled away from the open wound. 

She hadn't even been able to see the damage done to her wrists earlier, but now the punctures were red and irritated, leaking a little bit of blood— likely from her rolling over in her sleep. Elia threw away the old bandages before grabbing a washcloth and dousing it in disinfectant. 

With a deep breath in, she rallied her confidence before gently pressing the cloth to the open wounds on the inside of her wrist. Her face screwed up as she hissed through her teeth, biting down on the inside of her cheek in hopes that she wouldn't wake anyone up. 

"Great fucking Apollo, gods damn it," she gritted out, eyebrows pinched together as she carefully rubbed the cloth over her demolished skin. 

When she paused for a moment to give herself a second to breathe, the door opened softly, the dim light in the bathroom illuminating a tall silhouette with messy hair falling over their brow. Percy glanced at Elia's actions, his lips falling into a concerned frown as he stepped into the room.

"You alright there, Lia?"

Elia nearly choked on her breath right there. She nearly died, and her gravestone would've said 'Here lies Elia Bassett. A cute boy called her a nickname and she dropped dead.' Once she composed herself she looked up at him with a halfhearted grin. "M'fine," she murmured, looking back down at the cuts she was cleaning. As she dabbed at the wounds with the cloth again, the pained hiss she let out contradicted her words.