Goode Knows

Chapter 25

Percy POV-
I didn't know if I could hold the pain in any longer. I was hand cuffed to the bed, so it wasn't like I could just tear up my t-shirt and bandage it. Besides, I still didn't have a tshirt on. It's like Tartarus all over again. Except this time, I don't have my Wise Girl with me.

I was starting to think they were just going to leave me here to rot, but the phycologist came back.

I put my mask back on, although it was on so much I was starting to think I couldn't actually show emotions, and looked at the wall across from me as the door opened.

I was siting against the wall, and while being handcuffed to the bed, there was no way I could hide the huge wound that was bleeding at an unnormal amount. I guess that's just another curse from the poisoned bladeTartarus uses.

Before you start to freak out, no, it not poison that kills you. It actually does hardly any damage at all, it just makes you feel like your going through intense pain.

"Percy?!" The guy asked.

"What?" I asked, not showing any pain.

"What happened!?" He asked frantically.

"Nothing to be concerned about."

"The guards said you weren't hurt, how did you do this?" He asked, rushing over to my side.

I gave a hollow chuckle and shook my head, "So I'm suicidal now? Is that what you think of me?"

"Your a broken man Percy, you need help." He said, avoiding the question.

"Is that why I'm here? Because you think I'd kill myself in jail? Can't have the last of the seven dying now, can we?"

"Who are the seven?" 

"You mortals know nothing."

"Don't change the subject, how did you do this?"

"I didn't do it."

"I'm not going to let you kill yourself Percy, how did you do it?"

"I'm not going to say it again, I didn't do it." I said.

"Then who did? Don't lie to yourself Percy." He insisted.

"Your just a mortal. You don't understand."

"Is that what you think of mortals? Useless things that don't deserve to know the truth?"

He looked hurt now.

"Your innocence was your gift. Now that you don't have it, you'll soon realize how special it was."

"I want to know."

"If you really want to know, help me with this wound first."

"Okay," he sighed. "I'll go get the doctor."

"No, if you really want to know you can do it yourself." Seeing that doctor again was not something on my bucket list.

"It's going to scar."

"That was his point." He looked confused, but carried on.

"I'll go get the supplies."

I know, I know. 3 updates in one week!? Hopefully, they'll be more, but only time will tell...