PJO/HoO drabbles (OC's)

Blind (OC) (AU) (OC x Nico) Part Two

Oh hey this is part two to the first chapter, you're welcome

I'll add a part three if I feel up to it, this book is really just practice, although I feel like I can't just not post.

So have this mess.

I'm writing this on the spot, so meh.

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I woke up to a soft weight on me, and I shifted, realizing I was on a bed. I blinked in surprise, Sitting up, and instantly falling backwards because of the pain in my arm. Using my right hand, I felt my obviously broken left one. It had a cast on it.

"Oh, hey, you're up! Why didn't you wake me?" Said a male voice to my left. My clouded grey-black eyes stared at where the voice came from, unfocused and dazed-looking.

"Hey, are you okay? Why are you staring at the wall?" I blinked, my shocked expression giving way to annoyance.

I snarled at the boy, glaring as best I could at where I was fairly certain his head was. "Oh, am I? I'm sorry. I can't see anything!"

"What do you mean?" He questioned.

"I"m blind, that's what I mean! Where are you? This room has a terrible echo." I growled, my unfocused gaze shifting.

"Well, you're-" He was cut off by an opening door, and footsteps. "Hey Nico!" Said the first person to the newcomer. Nico sat somewhere next to the kid. 

"You're awake?" Said a dark and mysterious voice, in almost a whisper. I sat up, crossing my legs, and once again attempted to pinpoint the sound, but the boy's voice was much too quiet.

"You really have to whisper?" I sighed, fixing my jacket with my right arm, "I can't find you."

"What?" Nico said in confusion.

"She's blind," Came the reply. I stared at where I was now sure the first boy was, shifting uncomfortably.

"What is your name? I'm Calaiyah." I said simply, slowly and carefully putting out my hand for his to shake. He took it, shaking it politely. "Hello," He began, "I'm Will Solace, son of Apollo!"

I blinked, pulling my hand back. His hand felt like one of a musicians, rough and soft at the same time from delicate maneuvers. Acoustic guitar, most likely.

"Apollo? But he's a Greek god." I said quietly, confused.

"Oh, yeah. I'll explain, but you need this." I narrowed my eyes.

"Need what? Are you holding something out? Or showing me something? Can you please just take into consideration the fact that I cannot see you?" I snarled, angry on the outside, but sad on the inside.

"Sorry," was his response, and I basically just ignored him. He put something in my hand.

"Ambrosia, it'll heal your arm if you eat it."

"Alright then, fine! But where the bloody hell am I?" I snapped, my British accent showing in my frustration and confusion. The two boys responded in unison, although Nico was much less enthusiastic.

"Camp Half-Blood!"

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AHAHAHHAHAHA DEAL WITH THAT CLIFFHANGER

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