PJO/HOO Sickfics and Prompts

Don't Tell Annabeth

Synopsis: Percy gets sick on the ship and doesn't want Annabeth to know. She finds out anyway.

joverton707 requested some sick Percy on the Argo II so here ya go!

Everything was fine aboard the Argo II.

That is, until Percy projectile vomited off the side of the ship.

He had been keeping watch with Jason, when the sensation of just feeling a little off all day turned into more, namely, a migraine and nausea.

"Gods," Jason muttered, following and slinging an arm around Percy's shoulders to support him. "You alright? Seasick?"

Percy shook his head. His face was ghost white, almost gray, and his forehead was beaded with sweat. "Son of Poseidon, remember?"

"Oh. Right." Jason became more concerned, if possible. "Are you sick, then?"

In an answer, Percy threw up again, this time not quite making it into the water and splattering a little vomit on his shirt. "Maybe a little...?"

"You should go to the sick bay."

"No. I can just go back to my bedroom." Percy pleaded. "I don't want Annabeth to find out."

"Why not?" Jason asked, bewildered. If anyone on this ship knew how to take care of Percy, it was Annabeth.

"She's just gonna worry." The son of Poseidon's voice cracked. "And everyone around here is worried enough about other stuff. It's fine, I can take care of myself."

"Bro, like ninety nine percent of my worries right now are the fact that you just puked off the side of the boat and you look like you're gonna pass out. You know none of us care to take a little time to slow down. We still have over a month until Gaea is supposed to rise." Jason rambled.

"Please," he croaked.

"Fine. But I'm keeping an eye on you." The blond sighed. "You look really bad, and I really don't think it's a good idea that you're left alone."

"Promise me you won't tell Annabeth?" The son of Poseidon begged.

Jason sighed. "I really don't see how this is going to work out in your favor, but I won't tell her. Do not blame me when she gets mad, though."

They made it to Percy's bedroom, and he immediately collapsed onto his bed and closed his eyes.

"You're gonna have to change your clothes." Jason stated. "You're covered in vomit."

Percy moaned. "Too tired."

"At least put on a clean shirt." The blond opened up a drawer and pulled out a clean T-shirt, tossing it at Percy. Percy sat up slowly and wriggled out of his puked-on shirt and put on the clean one, then placed his head back on the pillow. "Is it just your stomach?"

"I have a really bad headache too." Percy whispered.

"Okay, I'm gonna run to the sick bay and see what I can find."

---

In the sick bay, Piper was reorganizing first aid supplies when Jason burst in.

"What's up?" She asked casually, as he started rifling through everything she had just organized, messing it up. "Jason, seriously? I just reorganized that."

"Sorry, Percy's sick and probably needs meds." He explained.

"Okay, well what are we dealing with? There's some cough syrup-" she was cut off by her frantic boyfriend.

"He's, um, puking." Jason cut in. "And he said he has a headache. He probably has a fever too, but I don't know for sure."

Piper frowned in concern. "Is he okay? Did you get Annabeth?"

Jason hesitated. "I don't know, and he told me not to tell her that he was sick. He kind of doesn't want her to know."

She dropped the roll of bandages she was holding. "What the Hades, why?"

"He didn't want her to worry." Jason shrugged. "I mean, that's understandable, but-"

"No, it's not." Piper sighed in exasperation. "Why are you boys both so self sacrificing? I'll go check on him, but if he's really as sick as it sounds like he is, we need to get Annabeth."

She quickly grabbed a thermometer, ibuprofen, and a small chunk of ambrosia, then hurried to Percy's room, ordering Jason to get a glass of water so that Percy could swallow the pills.

"Hey, Percy." She said softly, pushing his door open. "Jason told me you were sick. I have some meds."

Just then, Jason returned with the glass of water and set it on his nightstand.

Percy let out a groan. "Nectar? Tylenol?"

"Close. Ambrosia and Advil." Piper handed him the thermometer. "Here, take your temperature so we can see what we're dealing with."

A few minutes later, Percy croaked, "102.8."

"That's it, I'm getting Annabeth." She said.

"No!" Percy sat up weakly and immediately laid back down. "I don't want to worry her. She's got enough to worry about with her Mark of Athena thing. She has to go on a solo quest. By herself!"

"That's kind of what a solo quest is." Piper rolled her eyes. "But I don't know why you're being like this. She's going to want to know."

Percy shot Jason an accusing look. "You promised."

"That's true, I did." He replied slowly, looking to Piper for help.

"But I didn't." Piper said. "Trust me, Annabeth needs to know, especially since you're this sick."

---

"Percy, why didn't you tell me?" Annabeth asked.

"Are you mad?" He whispered, not trusting himself not to puke if he spoke normally. Jason and Piper had since left the room, and now he was alone with Annabeth, which he had to admit, her presence was comforting.

"No, I'm not mad. Are you crazy?" She chuckled. "I just wish you had told me right away, instead of trying to hide it like that."

"Didn't wanna worry you." Percy mumbled.

"I know, Seaweed Brain." She pushed his hair, which was damp with sweat, off of his forehead. "You know what? We'll talk about this later. Right now just rest and get better."

Suddenly, he sat straight up in bed and gagged. Annabeth used her quick reflexes to her advantage and was able to run and place the trashcan that had been across the room and place it under his chin before disaster struck.

"Sorry," he choked out, between heaves. "This is really gross."

She didn't know what to do other than laugh. "I can take it."

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