Again: A Percy Jackson Fanfiction

2: Recovery

All main characters in this story belong to Rick Riordan, unless mentioned otherwise. A few minor characters to get the story flowing will be created by me.

I was given a tall stack of pancakes
and bacon, with a glass of orange juice next to the plate. I wasn't very hungry or thirsty. Seeing the pancakes reminded me of the Argo two, where every day I would have a tall stack of blue pancakes. I was alone in the room, other than my mom passed out in a chair.
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FLASHBACK
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"Seaweed Brain, you're drowning them" Annabeth told me.

"I'm a Poseidon kid. I can't drown, and neither can my pancakes."

She laughed, and pecked me on the lips. I hope I didn't taste like syrup. Her image flashed before me, before the whole vision flickered and faded. Once it faded completely, I was in a semi lit hospital room, without Annabeth.
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FLASHBACK OVER
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I poked at my pancakes. Hospital food doesn't taste very good. I cut off a bite, and it was soggy and limp. The syrup was artificial, not like the syrup that came from The Argo two or Camp Half Blood. Which wasn't even real, according to the doctors. No. I refused to believe that.

As I finished off the pancakes, a nurse came in to check my vital signs and poke me with another needle. The all powerful and handsome Percy Jackson, who defeated Kronos and was one of the elite team to defeat Gaea was afraid of needles. Go on and laugh. Annabeth is afraid of spiders, and basically nothing scares her other than them. Thinking about Annabeth made me feel like an arrow had gone straight through my side. That was an experience I had enough of in Tartarus.

"You'll be able to go home tomorrow"
The nurse told me as she cleaned my tray.

Home. What would home be like? Would Smelly Gabe be there? If I had never become a demigod, so maybe my mother never married him. Or would it be Paul? No, probably not. Or would it be some other man I didn't know? What if my mother had no one? What if she didn't have any one to keep her going during my supposed coma?

Annabeth. We would never go to college in New Rome together. We didn't even get to start our senior year in Manhattan at the same school. Just 3 weeks after the 2nd giant war, and the gods decided to ruin my life again. When I got out of this, I would find the god or goddess who tortured me like this and kill them. Literally kill them. Well, maybe not, since the gods are immortal. But I'd do the best to make sure they are in pain, no matter the consequence.

No matter the consequence.

It was a fairly boring morning. I went to the bathroom twice. The nurse changed my sheets, even though they seemed fine. I ate more pancakes. The third time I went to the bathroom, I decided to see if I could make the sinks explode or something. Why didn't it occur to me to test my Poseidon powers to see if the coma thing was real?

"Because you're a Seaweed Brain, that's why " Annabeth told me.

I looked around for the voice, but I was alone. I walked into the bathroom and locked the door. I stood over the sink, and twisted the faucet on. Water streamed normally into the drain. I concentrated my focus on the stream of water. I mentally told it to explode, or move, or do something. It stayed as a normal stream of water. I tried lifting my hands up, bending my palms at the water. The water didn't move. I exited the bathroom and returned with a cup sitting by my bedside. I filled it to the brim with water, and concentrated.

Don't get wet.

Don't get wet.

Stay dry.

Stay dry.

I dumped the glass of water on my head. As the water soaked my hospital gown, a different kind of water soaked from my eyes. I don't remember the last time I cried. I wiped my wet, soggy hair from my face and stared into the mirror.

I didn't look any different than before awakening from the coma. Same sea green eyes marking me as Poseidon's son. Same black hair from my mother. About the same height. The only difference was my eyes were rimmed with red. My face wasn't that of the confident world saving demigod, ready to retire and live a mortal life with Annabeth. It was the face of a boy, a boy who thought he had it all when he really had nothing. Nothing at all.

I exited the bathroom to find a different nurse waiting for me. She saw the cup in my hands and my soaked hair, and scribbled something on her clipboard. I leaned forward and read the writing.

Thinks he is a child of Peosidoen. Dog from Grease Masterology.

I blinked and read it again.

Thinks he is a child of Poseidon. God from Greek Mythology.

Mom mentions delirious rambling about Greek gods shortly after coma. Recommended therapist after arrival at home.

Recommended therapist? I stared at her. She didn't seem to notice I was reading what she wrote. When she finished scratching with her pen, she looked up at me.

"Time for your pills, Percy"
I walked over reluctantly and she handed me a handful of different colored pills.

"Different vitamins and minerals. The feeding tubes don't do everything." I swallowed them dry, one at a time. I didn't trust water anymore.

When I had consumed them all, I took the towel from the nurse's outstretched hand. I scrubbed my hair, drying it quickly. I tossed the towel back to the nurse, and she exchanged it with a dry nightgown.

These things were two feminine for me. I could almost hear Annabeth laughing in the distance. I slipped it on, and looked out the window. It was already dark. I had somehow made it through the first day of my new life. A stack of pancakes were waiting for me when I turned around. Seriously, what was with this place and breakfast? I ate them all, my appetite had strangely peaked. I polished off the bacon and orange juice, and pushed the tray away.

The nurse took my tray.

"You have to sleep now, Percy"

She talked to me like I was a stupid child. When I looked at the ancient clock on the wall, I saw that it was only 7:30.

"But it's only..."

"Goodnight Percy"

The nurse flicked the light off. I rolled out of bed and walked next to the window. I pushed the curtain away and stared at the Manhattan skyline. I could see the Empire State Building, towering over the hospital. It had no special glow. No way to identify it as Olympus. I stared at it sadly, imaging the gods and nymphs living their lives up there, one of them causing this pain. This distant separation. Separating Annabeth and I again.

As I stared at Olympus, I had one thing promised for the god who did this to me.

Revenge.