Demigods and Family (Mianite)

XVIII - Sonja

18 - Purgeturbed -- I have no idea what that means -- Language

Asphyxia was not a good way to die. Well, it's one of the unpleasant ways to die actually. Suffocation is awful!

"Oi, you're alive Sparkly Dick?" Tom's English accent broken the silence of Jordan's revival.

"I-I think so." Jordan muttered quietly as he snuck a glance from Tom then looked toward Nade's direction. "I-I think I am fine." Jordan muttered again, as he gives another gasp of air trying to get air into his lungs.

"That's a bunch of bullshit, if you ask me." Tom decided, as he helped Jordan up.

"Jordan, you have half an hour before the next test. You have time for a small rest, ya'know?" I suggested, not really wanting him to like die in the next test because of him being not 'mentally ready'.

"I'm mentally stable, I promise." Jordan declared, as he stood up on his 2 feet. He stood a bit drunk-ish, like he had chugged down 5 bottles. His red-framed glasses were still on the ground, his bright blue eyes shown worried as he desperately look for his glasses. His glasses probably given him confident.

"Es certus?" I asked in the Latin speech, as I raised an eyebrow.

"Confidens." Jordan declared in response, as he grabbed his glasses from the ground.

"Frimer." Tom decided in another language-- I think French, the language of love--, as he rolled his eyes.

"Hey, at least be a little happy that he's alive!" Nade give a little encouragement, as he put his arm around Jordan's shoulders. Like he was friends with Jordan with his whole life, a strike of jealousy went through me. I rolled it off as a disgusting emotion, I'm not supposed to feel this way. As a lady, I cannot.

"DEC!" Tom yelled, as he crossed his arms in anger and annoyance. Which is pretty abnormal, Tom is immuned to annoyance.

"It's Declan." Declan scoffed in responsed, as he walked over with his 'side-kick', Champwan. I've never noticed that they walked off-- they were probably making out or something. Who knows? As Champwan -- or Ryley, you know. His real name, but he'll be pretty pissed off if you called him that-- walks over, he stopped for a second. Like he has changed his mind about coming over, but he continue to walk over. But he walked like we were a ticking bomb, ready to blow up and possibly kill us at any second. He was very varily about us.

"He's fine, Thomas." Hector scoffed, as he crossed his arms like he was challenging Tom. Daring to face against the almighty -- he isn't even mighty at all, just happens to be gay -- Dianite's Champion. "He just has Pneumonia."

"What are the symptoms?" I asked, being the worried and caring friend.

"Coughing, Fever, Shaking, 'teeth-chattering' chills, feeling of short of breath, Tachypnea, Chest pain that often is made worse by coughing or breathing in, feeling very tired of weak. Nausea and vomiting." Jordan stated, as he leaned his head on Nade's shoulder like he suddenly felt light-headed.

"Wait what? Tachep-- what the fuck is that?" Tom asked, asking my own question.

"Tachypnea, anomalous rapid respire." Jordan answered. As he clutched his heart, like he's having a difficult time breathing.

"What?" I muttered under my breath, not understanding what he just said.

"Sparkly-Dick, rephrase it so I can understand it." Tom suggested, I'll admit as well, I have no fucking clue to what Jordan just said.

"I- don't know how to rephrase it really--" Jordan admitted.

"Unusual fast breaths." Hector responded to Tom's question. I've realized that Josh and Tony were not here-- they probably called ditch and are just roaming around the place. I think that's where Declan and Champwan went, they were probably searching for them-- I give a glance at Tucker, who turns out to be unusually unsocialable at this situation right at this moment.

"I think I'm fine, where to?" Jordan asked, trying to change the subject.

"Mésa apó tis pórtes." Champwan answered. "Through the doors". Jordan nodded his head, fully understanding Champwan. I understand what he said as well. Tom raised an eyebrow, I feel sorry for him because he can't understand ancient languages, but he does understand some languages such as French, Irish, Ukrainian, Italian, Swedish and Icelandic. I mean, that's all of the other languages he could understand.

"I'm pretty sure you're aren't well enough to go to the next test, you should rest." I suggested, not really wanting Jordan to like die from whatever sickness he can get from after the drowning experience.

"No, Sonja, I'm fine." Jordan confirmed as he stood up and straighten up his back to look like he was fine. He did looked healthy and fine, but the acknowledge of knowing that he just almost drowned not so long ago haunted the thoughts of my mind. He isn't fine, I know that for a fact. And from experience.

"Fine, but let me cast a small ritual to give you strength." I suggested, I was kind of scared to death. I didn't want Jordan to die.

"Fine."

"Mártha, epitrépste mou na dóso ti dýnami enós evgení polemistí se aftó to méllon polemistí. Evlogeí aftón." I muttered the spell, letting the purple glow float and dance around Jordan. Jordan raised an eyebrow at the spell, like he understood what I said.

"Who's Martha?" Jordan asked.

"She's not important at this very moment." I replied quickly. "She's a friend." I muttered. Jordan looked more lighten and more alive than the last few minutes ago.

"Great, can I go to the next challenge or whatever test? Sonja, stop acting like my mother or whatever." Jordan mocked, I give a slight grin.

"Priest, is he ready?" I asked, as I give Jordan a playful glare. Declan give a nod of approval.

"Nai, aftós eínai. Iordanía mésa apó tis pórtes, ákri. Na eíste anoichtómyaloi kai na min thymósei me aftó pou oi Theoí píre na pei." Champwan answered in the greek language. "Yes, he is. Jordan through the doors, tip. Be open-minded and don't get angry at what the Gods got to say."