Trials of Apollo

This Scrawny Sixteen-Year-Old Boy IS Mi Padre (help)

I stood there frozen in shock. This pathetic teenage boy could not be my dad. This was a prank, right?

"Don't just stand there, get him off me!" yelled the young girl. She was short of stature, had red glasses, and wore a torn up green dress that seemed a bit big on her.

Nicola was the first one to react. "I need a stretcher!" he ordered.

My brain seemed to remember Oh, that's me! I'm supposed to react in these situations!

I found Will and yanked on his arm, dragging him along with me to help. As the initial shock wore off, Will and I jumped into action. We ran to the infirmary and grabbed a stretcher. We ran back and helped Nicola lay the boy on it. I refused to believe this kid was my dad.

Once in the infirmary, we went to work. We didn't have to say much, we had been doing this kind of stuff together for years. I went to work checking his vitals while Will grabbed some ambrosia. Nicola grabbed a cool press to place it on the kid's forehead.

"Is he steaming?" Asked Nicola.

I looked over at the boy. Nicola was right. There was steam coming off of him. I placed my hand on his forehead. He was, quite literally, burning up. I swayed on my feet for a second, the initial contact with his skin making me want to pass out. His heartbeat was irregular, and his breathing was labored. Sweat clung to his forehead. The poor kid was shaking and feverishly muttering nonsense I couldn't understand.

"His temperature is 106 degrees," I said in disbelief.

A quick flash of panic flashed through Nicola and Will's face before they jumped back into action. Nicola went to work setting up an IV while I took other measures to help bring the fever down. I grabbed a few towels and soaked them in the sink.

"Will!" yelled Nicola. "Stop giving Nectar his lips are smoking!"

"What the fuck!" yelled Will. I ran back, my arm full of dripping wet towels "But, that means...."

"He's mortal," I said in disbelief. There were ways for mortals to enter camp. I didn't know why the young demigod girl was with this random mortal, but I shoved down all my confusion. There wasn't time for that. I peeled off the guy's shirt, it was drenched with sweat and sticking to his body. I placed the wet towels on his forehead and body.

Nicola finished the IV and was scribbling on a clipboard. Will had his hands set over the boy's chest and was singing some healing hymns. I placed my hand on his forehead, immediately blocking out the wave of nausea that crashed over me before I almost passed out again. His fever was still there, but it was lowering significantly.

"You guys can go, I'll take it from here," said Nicola, looking up from the clipboard he was furiously scribbling away at in probably a mix of English, Ancient Greek, and French.

"Are you sure?" asked Will. 

He waved his hand dismissively. "Yeah, it's okay. Go take a break guys."

Will and I eventually gave in and left Nicola to his trilingual scribbling by the boys' side. We walked out of one of the only private rooms the infirmary had.

"Do you really think that's dad?" asked Will, his voice lowered slightly.

"There's no way that boy can be the god Apollo," I said without a doubt.

"But, it would explain why he hasn't been responding to us at all."

"Have you ever considered that he just doesn't want to respond to us?" I said, sliding off the pair of surgical gloves and throwing them a bit too aggressively into the trash can. "It wouldn't be the first time he's done that," I mumbled.