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Annabeth Chase grew up, all alone, under the ruthless watch of Kronos, otherwise known as 'The king of T...
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This was certainly one of the best days of his life, he decided.
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Frank hated Ding Dongs. He hated snakes. And he hated his life not necessarily in that order.
But what he hated most of all, was hospitals. The distinct smell, the cold, unfeeling air and the sound of keys rattling just grated his skull.
He'd been in and out of hospitals for as long as he could remember. His grandmother had always brought him, a scarf wrapped tightly around his neck to visit his mother. It wasn't too long before the visits stopped altogether.
And now, here he was, years later. He sat beside his grandmother as she adjusted her scarf, coughing into her fist.
She kept her head held high, just like his mother did. He had a great deal of respect for both of them. Their strength was his inspiration.
He only wished that the constant stream of doctor visits, that seemed to plague both the women of the Zhang household, would cease.
He had very few memories of his mother outside of hospital walls, and now it seemed that his grandmother's legacy was tethering towards a similar slope.
But no.
He shook his head.
He refused to think like that. He was lucky enough to have time with his mother, regardless of the monitors attached to her pale skin or streams of medical staff.
She'd even told him several times not to despair. That hospitals were meant to help, to fix people. And they were giving her a chance to hold on to her life.
Frank couldn't confirm nor deny the fixing people part. Helping 'fix' his mom certainly caused his grandmother to go broke, and it landed him in the same predicament almost a decade later.
Not that he was complaining. He would gladly spend every dime of his money to ensure his grandmother's well-being.
He shook his head, diverting his focus to the throngs of patients surrounding him. It was better than spiralling. His palms were already sweaty.
