Goode is Taken Hostage.

He always does.

"Hey Seaweed Brain." 
"Percy, my beautiful boy."

He smiled sluggishly with his cracked lips, happy to see them despite it all.

"Hey. Guys." His words were rough and pained, they were separated and he breathed in heavily after each one, practically gasping even as tubes helped him breath. But he spoke to them and it was the happiest he'd been since he left for school.

"Hey, Percy. How do you feel?" Annabeth asked, her voice tender. He smiled shakily.

"Better. Than. Before. How. Are. You guys? How's. Camp." He swolled thickly, "Since I. Left?  Are the. Other. Kids. From Goode. OK. After. What. Happened?" He was worn out by the time he finished his questions. Annabeth smiled sadly at him. Sally rested her hand carefully on top of his own to reassure him.

"We're fine and everyone else is too, Percy. Everyone's OK and being looked after, you need to focus on yourself right now. You just need to work on healing, OK baby boy?"
He coughed thickly.

"Y-yeah. Yeah. Mom. I-I. Under-stand." Annabeth brushed his sweat-matted hair off his forehead and kissed him softly, carefully avoiding his new stitches and injuries.

"It's so good to see you, Percy. I was so worried." Her voice cracked and broke. She was crying happily as she held him. "You're gonna get better OK, Percy. You're gonna focus on healing and you're going to rest without arguing and you're going to get better, you understand? For me and your parents, OK?" She stared straight into his tired green eyes.

"Yeah. Annie. For. You. Guys. I." He took a long breath as his eyes lids drooped. "Love. You. Guys."

He drifted off to sleep, still leaning into his family's touch, as he finished what he was saying.

Annabeth cried quietly as his heart monitor beeped mutedly in the back ground and the door swung quietly open.

It was Percy's doctor.

"I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you to come back outside: he needs his rest." The doctor smiled apologetically. 

"Yeah." Annabeth nodded, practically in a daze as Paul guided them out, thanking the doctor for holding the door.

Thalia was there as soon as they emerged from his room, her hand on Annabeth's shoulder; helping her to her seat.

"Annie? You OK?" she was looking at Annabeth worriedly. "Percy OK?" They were trying not to show it, but every demigod in the room was holding their breath.

"Y-yeah. He-he's in pain and-by Gods he looks so tired but-but the doctor said he's looking better than he did before. I-," she ran her hands over her head, tears falling from her eyes, "His odds of-of s-s," She swallowed hard, "survival have gone from t-twenty per cent to-to fifty five and-and if he-he rests and his s-s-surgeries go well and some other things go according to plan then they'll go to-to sixty five then maybe higher and," she closed her eyes tightly, took a deep breath then opened her eyes and exhaled hard, "he asked how we were." She laughed bitterly, "He was lying there, looking so small and tired with so many injuries and scars and bandages and stitches and hooked up to more machines than I've ever seen in my life, barely able to speak and breath and," She started crying again, sobbing into those calloused hands, "and he was asking if I was alright, how camp had been since he left and if-if the god damned school kids were OK after what happened!?!?! After he was bloody well tortured and lying in that hospital bed fighting for his Styxe-be-damned life and he was asking if everyone else was OK!"

And with that Annabeth, Daughter of Athena, Savior of Olympus, Survivor of Tartarus, collapsed, broke down and cried.

Thalia pulled her close and rubbed her back as she murmured to her quietly.

Clarisse was pacing by the wall. 

"Selfless little punk, freaking idiotic hero-complex fool! Going and being a stupid idiot who just always has to be the freaking amazing little.."Her words were angry, but her voice was sad. She trailed off and sat down, leaning into Chris. If anyone saw tears on her cheeks, they didn't say anything.

Nico's voice could be heard, a sese of urgency sharpening his words.

"Will, Will stop. Come on. You know you're gonna burn out if you keep doing this. What are you always telling me Will, stop." Nico was trying to get his boyfriend's attention. The blond in question was rocking back and forth, slowly and muttering in a different language.

"But Percy..."
"It's OK. We have doctors telling us everything we need to know, it's not like in the field. It's OK. You don't have to be the medic right now." The son of Apollo looked up at his boyfriend, unshed tears pooling in his eyes.

"But Percy...he got hurt and-and we weren't there. Nico we weren't there." Both boys were crying now. Nico silently took Will's hands in his own and pulled him close as he hummed 'You Are My Sunshine' and didn't let go until both their sobs dissolved into silent tears.

Jason stepped forward.

"He sticks up for us, we stick up for him. There may be nothing we can do right now, but we can stay until he's ready and then we can look after him until he's healthy again. For now...for now we just have to wait." Jason swallowed, the scar on his lip bending as he licked it nervously, "Percy will come back to us: he always does."