Percy went in and out of consciousness, yet never letting go of Apollo.
"I think you're sick," he heard Apollo murmur at one point, and flinched as he put a hand to his forehead.
He felt cold and exhausted, his stomach turning, his head hurting.
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"'Pollo," he croaked once he had gotten a grip on consciousness.
Apollo rushed to his side.
"Yeah, seashell?" Apollo asked gently.
But Percy had passed out again.
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"'Pollo? Are you here?" Percy called out weakly.
No response.
Trying to not feel hurt, Percy sat up, and immediately wished he hadn't as his vision began swimming.
There was a flash of light.
"I'm here, seashell, I'm here," Apollo reassured Percy with a small smile. "May I hug you?"
"Y-yeah."
Apollo wrapped his arms tightly around the demigod.
"What do you need?" Apollo questioned worriedly.
"Water, please. And blankets," Percy shivered.
"Of course."
Apollo handed him a glass of water and summoned blankets, setting them on the bed.
"Cuddles?" Percy asked quietly.
"Alright," Apollo smiled softly.
Apollo laid down next to him. Percy cuddled up to him, pausing for a second.
"You're emitting warmth," Percy said confusedly.
"It's because I'm so hot," Apollo winked.
Percy rolled his eyes, burying his face in the crook of Apollo's neck.
Apollo blushed gold, rubbing Percy's back in a comforting manner.
And eventually, they both fell asleep.
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A/N: hope yall enjoyed, it's 4:40 in the morning and I've been slipping in and out of consciousness and I just woke up and had this epiphany like "ong I should write sick percy" so yeah
Anyway, please comment, take care,
- Eli
