A PJO/MR Crossover (Sidenote: I wrote this story when I was 16. It is kind of cringey and cliche, so read at your own risk)
During a date with Annabeth after the Giant War, mysterious men kidnap Percy Jackson. Injured and near death, the two are ca...
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Annabeth POV I could still hear his voice, calling out from the distance. The repetitive, haunting memory made my ears ring. Percy had left my side without any other option, and I knew it was hurting him as much as it hurt me. My voice vanished with the wind when I tried to answer back, granted that he was already long gone.
I wheezed, my breathing unsteady. My heart hammered against my ribcage, producing a shortness of breath. The exhaustion from blood loss consumed my entire body. Even nectar and ambrosia weren't fast-acting enough.
Not in this situation.
It crushed me to think about the helicopter leaving with Percy inside.
My vision blurred, blinking in and out of focus. The shirt Percy had tied around my torso was turning a dark red, clutching at my stomach harshly. Just looking at it gave me a gag reflex. I wasn't a squeamish person around blood, but this was taking it to an entirely different level. Not to mention the continuous pain. It was more or less a heavy ache now-because of my adrenaline rush-but when that disappeared, it would turn into agony.
Hopelessly, I forced myself to calm down. It was imperative that my breathing slowed to help reduce the blood loss. My eyes focused on the grains of sand beneath me, some red and others untouched. It was like a visual comfort, aiding my calmness and clarity. Though I was still quite terrified, my pulse lessened.
Did I have anything to communicate my peril? Checking my pockets with shaky hands, I was able to produce a drachma, some pennies, and an iPhone 4 that I never used. My entire bag of first aid was on the dock where I had left it. I could try crawling there, despite the damage and tiredness it would cause. Percy had already moved me once, so the harm of being mobile was already done.
I thought about calling Camp Half Blood-they have a newly created phone system for huge emergencies-before remembering the high chances of monsters making it to me first. That would have to be my last choice.
Reluctantly, I willed myself to turn onto my stomach. A forceful pain tore through my every limb, and a scream escaped my lips. Feeling more blood escaping at my movement, I rolled back onto my back, grasping my guts. They could fall out if I wasn't careful.
The worst feeling that every demigod has experienced is vulnerability. Feeling so exposed to an unforgiving world, and just waiting to be wiped from the earth. I wished I could've helped Percy, for I was wrong to have been so carefree. This could've all been avoided if it wasn't for my ignorance.
I thought about praying to my mother, Athena. Not that she would answer, considering I just failed in the child of wisdom department.
"Athena, I know you can hear me," I shivered, my body heat going down. "I know you're watching me struggle, thinking about how weak and helpless I am..."
