"Send me! Send an army! Send a thousand ships! I don't care, just bring her home. I hate being without her."
[ PERCY JACKSON x FEMALE OC ]
[ PERCY JACKSON SERIES ]
cover by @humaneity !
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0002. | HE'D BE THE DREADFUL NEED OF THE DEVOTEE
When Octavia was finally well enough to leave the Infirmary without supervision, it had been two weeks. The first ten days was to flush the poison from her system, the next four days were precautionary measures taken by James and Will. Octavia had been inclined to agree. She was annoyed to be over supervised like she always was, but she had also been frightened. She had never expected that what happened would have ever happened. She was scared to her core and she didn't know what that meant for her mind. Two weeks in the Infirmary was a small price to pay. James and Will made her feel safe.
She hadn't wanted to see anyone else besides her brothers and the girls. After what happened, she felt vulnerable. She kept her back to walls and she made sure she knew who was in front of her. She had only spoken to Chiron, Annabeth, Clarisse, and her siblings.
Silena had given her some chocolates but besides that, she was avoiding her. Octavia didn't know why but it hurt her feelings. She wanted the support of her girls. Clarisse told her not to worry about it, but she couldn't help it.
Apparently Travis had been trying to visit her but whenever Annabeth answered the door to him in the Infirmary, Octavia would shake her head and silently ask her to send him away. Travis thought she was annoyed at him for letting her leave. Really, she just couldn't imagine looking at his face right now, or any of Hermes' children. She let him believe what he wanted.
For now, only Annabeth, Clarisse, James, and Will were in the Infirmary with her. Lee wanted to be, so did the rest of them but James told them they could catch her later at dinner. He wanted to make sure that she was feeling one hundred percent again before he let them see her again. It was a good idea. They shouldn't have to see their Head Counsellor weak. Will was an exception. He wanted to practice his healing hymns.
He was sat with her on the edge of the cot, singing softly in key with his voice that could still hit the high notes of the songs. James' deep voice was always forced to lower the pitch to stay in tune. Will managed without doing that, holding her hand and watching the gold effects of healing dance beneath the surface of her skin.
"Why does yours do that?" He asked, tracing the golden veins that shone.
"I don't know." She admitted. Her voice was still hoarse and croaky from the poison. It felt rough and hard to speak but she still did it. She would not be silenced. "It always does it. It always has."
A sweet little frown came onto Will's brow. "I wish mine did that."
She stroked his hair back from his face. "I like yours." She said. When she had healed Will's black eye from Johnnie, his entire skin had glowed yellow and golden and bright. There was no traces of veins or speckles of shine, it was his entire skin. "I think it's very nice."
