The Son Of Asclepius, Doctor of Divinity

Quiet Before the Storm

As he was getting ready to go deeper into the Titan armies lines he heard yet another call in his head. This one was more frantic though, he could hear the panic in whoever's voice it was. 

However, he couldn't just leave this kid here. He was out of projectiles and his weapon was unusable. He'd be a walking snack for any monster that came across him.

"Take my hand," he told the kid, and together the two vanished.

They reappeared in some sort of plaza, crystal chandeliers hanging from the roof indicating the place was rather fancy. Too fancy for his liking.

The demi-gods around him didn't care about that though. Campers and Hunters were crashed out on sofas,washing up in the bathrooms, ripping silk draperies to bandage their wounds, and helping themselves to snacks and sodas from the minibars. A couple of timber wolves were drinking out of the toilets. 

So much had happened and he hadn't even properly graced the battle field yet. But when he did, he was sure he'd have an impact.

It was relieving to see so many alive, but everyone could do with a little rest. He was about to look for whoever called him before Jake Mason approached him.

"Hey, uhh congrats on becoming a god."

"Thanks, but don't worry about formalities, what needs to be done?"

"Lots. Firstly, do you think you could do that healing thing? The Apollo cabin is struggling to keep up with demand of resources, anytime anyone goes out they come back like half an hour later injured."

The god looked around the room. The moans and grunts of teenagers filled the place.

"I could, but the thing is how my father would be better for this job. I'm the god of divine healing, so if I was dealing with gods or minor deities that would be fine. But it's kinda similar to ambrosia, where my healing technique is too much for a demigod to handle. Once is fine, twice is pushing it and three times would result in internal combustion."

"Hmm," the son of Hephaestus said, rubbing his chin, "do you think you could just treat those in critical condition?"

"I'll do what I can."

Jake went off to get back to whatever he was doing, bringing the son of Apollo (Y/N) had saved with him. (Y/N) scanned the room for those in critical condition, and there were a few cases that he could check in on. Broken ribs, sword slashes, infections and other horrific injuries, but one stood out. Upstairs someone was on the verge of death, up on the terrace. He pulled over a daughter of Hermes.

"Who's upstairs, almost dead?"

"It's... it's Annabeth."

What? Had he not just given her his blessing? Had she overestimated herself and gotten herself into some sort of situation?

He didn't think anymore as he was on the terrace in less than a second. A crowd had formed around one figure, and from what he could tell the majority of them were children of Athena, there to support their cabin leader.

Walking through the crowd with ease thanks to his imposing height, he got to the side of his champion.

Annabeth lay on a lounge chair. Her face was pale and beaded with sweat. Even though she was covered in blankets, she shivered. Silena Beauregard was wiping her forehead with a cool cloth.

As well as the daughter of love, Will Solace and Percy Jackson were at her side. Will was tending to her wound, and he must have been using a great amount of power as he too was pretty pale.

The wound had been inflicted on her arm by some relatively fine blade. The bleeding had stopped but the gash looked deep. The skin around the cut was a horrible shade of green.