Goode is Taken Hostage.

Loved ones.

Third Person P.O.V

Percy was in a coma.

That's what the doctors had said.

A light coma, so he should wake up soon. It was his body's way of dealing with everything apparently.

It was not the news his mother and step-father had wanted to arrive to.

They'd been out of town while all this was happening and had driven for 18 straight hours to get here once they heard the news. They'd arrived in the early hours in the morning and silently sat down a few chairs away from the teacher who'd accompanied Percy to the hospital.

And they'd cried.

They'd cried until they physically couldn't anymore and Sally had muttered something about Percy not wanting them to be upset.

The nurses had given them their space, glancing over sadly every once in a while to make sure they were OK: everyone was rooting for the boy and his family.

But it was just so hard.

At nine the next morning, seven hours after Percy had first fallen into the coma, the students and teachers arrived. It had been agreed that three teachers could take up to six kids to the hospital as long as they didn't upset Percy's family or get in the way of the doctors.

So at nine o'clock in the morning six of Percy's classmates along with two of his other teachers arrived at the hospital and sat down next to their teacher and co-worker Mr Void (the one who went with Percy). As soon as they sat down they started whispering, the students and teachers had decided to start a fund raiser to try to help Percy with his medical bills and they'd brought a couple of boxes to ask the hospital staff for help, they were planning to go to the news and make it a nationwide thing if they could.

But right then, they were trying to ignore the fact that their friend could be dying, they just couldn't deal with it, and focus on something  else. That had lead to trying to figure out more about Percy's past and the origin of his scars.

"How did we not know he'd been in wars!?"
"My best friend and I didn't even know he'd ever broken a bone, much less this!" Samantha was taking it harder than the others.

"He's been learning with us for ages and we don't know anything about him!"
"Our age and he's fought for his life for years!"
They kept going, it was either that or cry for their classmate, after what they really needed something to focus on, they were only teenagers after all.

They never tried to ask Paul or Sally though, they even tried to keep quiet when the two became more aware of their surroundings, the last thing they wanted to do was cause more hurt for the family. The Gods knew they had enough to deal with and fight through already.

Eventually, a doctor arrived.

"Family of Perseus Jackson?"
"That's us." It was the first time that either Sally or Paul had spoken all day.
 The doctor nodded and got straight to the point.

"As you know, Percy has fallen into a coma, beginning at 2 am this morning, due to his fever and infections. It's his body's way of fighting them. However, we hope that he should be awake by around midday tomorrow if all goes well." He looked up from the clip board, taking in the faces of all the people who desperately wanted the strong young boy to survive. "Once he has, we hope to take him into surgery again, his hands and back, along with the break in his shin need more treatment and we need to.....we need to insert the metal rods into his legs before they are irreparable. Hopefully, that will work and after...a few months at the least, we should be able to take them out and start him on normal break treatments until his bones are healed. But...we aren't sure if he'll ever be able to walk again. I'm sorry."

The people listening started crying again and, as the doctor walked off, all Percy's loved ones could think about was the amount of times the doctor had said if, hope and should.

Percy's life was still no where near definite.

Nurse P.O.V

Anna sighed as she changed the sheets on the bed. The entire hospital had been woring day and night to help this boy; it was an unspoken rule that they were going to fo everything they possibly could to help him; and yet here he was, in a coma, lying on their bed, probably still in pain. Just thinking about what the boy had been through, what he had volunteered for to save someone else, chilled the kind-hearted nurse to the bone.

From all accounts she'd heard, he was a nice, brave, slightly sucluded boy with a mysterious past which was definitely painful. It upset her to think that such a pure soul had been put through so much. Many of the nurses had stayed up all night making sure he was ok, talking about how they'd overheard the children from the school saying that the girl he's let himself be tortured to save was horrible and had been bullying him for years. And, especially afterseeing his scars (which were enough to give almost all the staff nightmares), they weree determined to help him.

She hummed a lullabye from her childhood as she worked, hoping it would sothe the boy and go a way to helping him. The light tune echoed around the room as the boy's fingers twitched almost unnoticably.