Sea Storms (PJO/YJ Crossover)

Sure... Because This is A Discussion On Mental Stability.

"I told you I'm fine." I argued with the pale brunette that sat in the seat beside my hospital bed. I was seriously starting to go crazy. I had gotten all to used to the smell of the hospitals sanitized air and the hard springy uncomfortable beds. I had to get out before I actually went crazy, I'd rather not be sent to the asylum.

"You were freaking stabbed, Percy." Nico retorted exasperated, I groaned and fell back onto the uncomfortable bed.

I was still in a hospital gown because anything else would be considered unsanitary and it wasn't even a good one, it crinkled like a plastic bag every time you moved. I was seriously starting to consider actually watching Jeopardy. That was literally the only thing playing on the TV, next was who wants to be a millionaire, way ahead of you there.

"I know I was stabbed, I was there. That doesn't change the fact that I need to do something." My voice was a wine at this point and Nico just stared at me like I was a little kid, we'll technically I was.

"You don't need to do anything, you can sit there and look pretty." The brooding 7 year old replied and I pouted. Sitting up again making the ruff thin white blanket pool at my waste.

"I will sit here and look pretty. I do that naturally." I quipped and Nico just gave me a dead stare. "Look I'm bored out of my mind, for a moment there is was thinking about watching who wants to be a millionaire. That's like suicide, once you go down that hole you never come back. Also I think I'm talking way too fast, it's probably the ADHD, I haven't moved from this bed in like a week. Never mind scratch that it's been three days. I don't know what I'm doing with my life I mean-"

"Percy"

"I know I'm only 9 but Bruce says I have so much potential, I'm not going to go anywhere in life watching who wants to be a millionaire in a hospital. The only people who do that are old people. No offense to old people of course, I just don't really see their views-"

"Percy!"

"I mean there are perfectly good shows out there like impractical jokers or Marvel's Agents of Shield. Why must they watch shows like Jeopardy? And then they won't let you change it to anything else when you they're watching Oprah. What is it with Oprah? It's like she's some of goddess, the giver to people. What was i talking about? Oh wanting to leave this God forsaken place its-"

"Percy!!"

"So boring and bland, i think I'd rather have the form of torture where you get a cut in the Web of your finger between the pointer finger and the thumb. It's the worst kind of torture, every time you think the cut is healed and you go to reach for something it opens up again and stings like a female dog. Oh, even worse is if you put lemon juice on it, so it always stings. I think I'd rather get stabbed again- "

"PERCY!" Nico yelled and I looked up innocently to his vexed features.

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

"Ok." I bit my tongue and Nico sighed shaking his head at my childlike ramblings. We sat there in silence for a moment before I broke it. "Would I be considered goth?"

"......I'm going to get a dam taco." He spun on his heel and exited the room with a slam of the door. I jumped at the noise and smirked.

"That reminded me of that one book...." I trailed off still smirking, alone at last. Bruce had to run the head of his company no matter how much he wanted to stay here and keep me company. For Dick, the beginning of the school year just started and he was just starting his classes. I should also be in school.... I guess getting stabbed has its perks.

I would probably just go into REM, but that's no fun. I had been in this bed for days on end with the only entertainment being Wheel of Fortune, I was about to hang myself once more. Besides I had something to do, I would get down to whatever happened in that facility.