Switched (Percabeth!)

Chapter 9 {Percy} Perfectly Fine

I felt like was on the verge of death, which was like— every quest ever.
My sight kept dancing and I felt sick. My body felt heavy and everything felt warmer.
I looked at Annabeth, maybe concentrating on something would make it better. We walked in a narrow cave, where the empousai had went into. He turned around and gave me a good look, arching a brow.
Even as a boy, it still felt like the same Annabeth. The same intelligent, sharp, stormy grey eyes and the slightly curled blonde hair. He still looked pretty intimidating when he wants to be.
"Percy," I met his gaze. He fixed me with a concerned look. "Are you sick?"
"Im fine," I said. "Im just... Tired. Stayed up late before prom." He fixed me with steely eyes, I knew he wouldn't buy any of it, but at least a bit of distraction would do good.
Annabeth opened his mouth to say something, but was cut short with a loud roar that shook the cavern. Bits of dust fell from the ceiling. Another roar, but this time a gust of cold wind blew us back and I slammed onto the wall.

I tried getting up, but I could barely raise my head. My entire body ached, the wind had been knocked out of my lungs and spots dotted my sight.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Annabeth staggering towards me. I wanted to get up, too, but I was pretty much a rag doll.
He knelt down beside me and frowned. "You're sick, aren't you?" I tried to reply, say no, but my voice wouldn't work— my throat burned. I slightly shook my head, but immediately regretted it when it began throbbing.
"Okay," Annabeth shifted my position to a more comfortable one— as comfortable as you can get in a place of rocks. He looked up and frowned again, but said nothing as he placed a hand on my forehead.
He cursed in ancient greek. "You have a really really bad fever." Well, probably. I feel like I was back in Hephaestus' Forges, being boiled in lava.
My breathing was ragged, heavy and hurt.
I looked up at Annabeth, he bit his lip and looked back at the darkness from where the wind had came from and back at me. He sighed and placed the palm of his hand to my cheek. I pressed head slightly into it. "Let's find a place to rest."
He scooped me up and I must've been so tired, because the next thing I knew, was that a demigod nightmare occurred.
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Is updating too fast good or...? Also, I might be changing to first person POV.
And probably sometimes or occasionally change to third.
I really can't stay put with one. There's just so many different parts that would sound better (in my opinion) in first and third.

I want to make chapters longer but Im like... hhHhh
I used to write 2000 chapter words what happened