Life's Complicatios

Worry

Nico POV

"THALIA!" Percy shouted as he jumped up from the sofa and ran towards her broken and bleeding body, recovering from his initial shock. When he reached her side, he bent down, gently picked her up into his arms and walked swiftly to one of the house's spare rooms, laying her on the mattress carefully, ignoring the fact that her blood stained the floor, bed and his hands.

He then rushed out of the room to the kitchen, eyebrows scrunched up in worry and eyes storming with so much rage, so terrifying that it could have made a dinosaur look like an insect. He searched for a while, took out a first aid kit from one of the cupboards and then rushed back to the room, slamming the door.

During all this, he was muttering all the way angrily. I couldn't catch much of it since it was so soft, but I heard words like "why...suffer...don't deserve...damn it.."

If you're wondering what Grover and I were doing when he did all this... I'm ashamed to admit that we were standing rooted to the spot, staring at Percy as he did all that. I mean, its not everyday you see your friend unconscious and bleeding profusely with injuries all over her body as though she had just been in an intense fight, and so you know why we were rooted there and staring like dumbstruck idiots.

This was actually the first time I ever saw Thalia like that. Sure, Grover and I know that she has an abusive mother, and that she always gets beaten up badly, but we never saw the extend of her injuries, and she always hid it under a jacket and jeans in school. Hence, we never saw her this injured before...

Only when the sound of the door slamming –courtesy to Percy – did we snap out of our daze. We sprang into action, rushing towards Jason and inspecting his body for any severe injuries. He had a few cuts and bruises, and was drenched in sweat. Other than that, he was fine. He must have got the cuts and bruises by knocking into people and objects while running here.

We carried him to another one of Percy's spare rooms and laid him there to rest after changing him out of his sweaty clothes into dry clothes that Percy kept as spare for guests staying overnight. After that, we went to the living room and sat quietly on the sofa, waiting patiently for Percy to finish healing Thalia.

"You think she's going to be all right?" Grover asked me in a worried tone. I looked at him and replied in a similar tone.

"I really don't know...It's the first time I've seen her in such a bad state...have you seen her like this before?"

"No...I've seen her return from a beating before though. But that time, it wasn't so bad. She had managed to escape her mother's grasp before she could suffer any severe injuries. This time..." Grover replied while shaking his head.

We both sighed and sat restlessly on the sofa, unable to stop thinking about Thalia. I kept glancing at the closed door to the room which Thalia and Percy were in. I hugged my knees to my chest. I know, so weak and everything, but come on, I'm worried sick about Thalia...

Oh, let me describe their relationship if you're thinking how and why in the World is Percy Jackson, a growing hormone-filled Teenage boy, tending to a girl. You must know by now that to patch Thalia up, Percy has to take off her clothes to tend to her, as the injuries are not only on arms and legs, but back and torso too, so why can Percy patch her up?

It's because those two trust each other like no other. I've never seen Thalia closer to anyone else compared to Percy, not even Grover and I. They have some kind brother-sister relationship. Even though Thalia seems to treat Percy like all her other friends, Grover and I can see that she treats Percy waaay better than others, just not openly.