Misfits (PJO and HOO fanfic)

Chapter 4

*Sam's POV*

I sat alone in my favourite rocking chair in the infirmary. There were no other injured campers to keep me company, there were a couple docters, but most of them were called somewhere. I didn't care enough to ask. I continued watching the doctors open closets, my plan already forming. I suddenly heard yells outside, most of them sounded familiar, but there was one in particular.

"Where is he? You said he was here!" Danae? I bolted up out of the chair, my eyes going black for a quick moment. I started stumbling to the door.

"Sam, you should really stay here." A girl spoke calmly and walked over to help me walk.

"I'm fine on my own." I gently nudged her off, but she stayed close. The yells were getting louder as I neared the door.

"He is still recovering, he needs more time!" Annabeth was yelling from outside the cabin. I pushed the door open slowly and leaned on the door for support.

"I want to see Sam NOW!" A girl yelled at Percy, Leo, and Annabeth at the bottom of the porch. She had the sandy blonde hair.

"Danae?" I spoke quietly. I was so tired I couldn't muster any louder. She turned around, the others looked up at me. I stared at her green eyes that matched mine. She looked me up and down as she ran up the three stairs. She ran up to me and I wrapped my arms around her waist, picking her up, still leaning on the door frame. She was a foot off the ground, her arms around my neck. She cryed on my shoulder.

"I thought you were dead." She whispered in my ear. I dropped her back on the ground, unable to hold her.

"Well, I'm not!" I smiled at her. She had her hands on my cheeks, examining my face.

"What did they do to you?" She still had tears running down her cheeks.

"I... um... don't exactly have my... drugs." She frowned at me.

"How does not having your drugs, cause this?" She gestured at my unhealthily skinny body.

"He is very depressed, anxious, and unfocused all the time. He is never hungry, doesn't eat and vomits up whatever he does eat. He only drinks water and not very much water when he does." The girl from earlier spoke up. Danae looked at me shocked. I rubbed the back of my head.

"Well, now you have no choice! These idiots must not know the word, force-feed!" She pushed past me into the infirmary.

"Load... Danae, we can't force feed him, we have already tried. It makes him sick!" Annabeth followed her, pushing me out of the way like Danae. I stumbled backwards, the girl helping me stay up.

"Oh really?" Danae glared at Annabeth, then walked over to me. She grabbed my arm and yanked me towards one of the beds. I face-planted on the floor, I immediatly felt three-times more tired. She nealed down and helped me up.

"It has never been this bad! How long have you been off them? Well, a week I guess." She began mumbling in thought as she slowly made her way over to the nearest bed.

"Danae, please be gentle!" Will finally walked over.

"I am!" She started getting more stressed.

"Danae... calm... down." I was getting more and more sluggish.

"I AM CALM!" She yelled letting go of me and throwing her arms in the air. Several people started speaking, which quickly became yelling. I wobbled almost falling, the nurse running next to me to keep me up. I leaned on her with most of my weight, she was obviously having trouble. I was going to pass out. A wave of nausea came crashing down on me, my legs became weak and a sharp pain in my head made my vision blurry.