Goode is Taken Hostage.

Messengers and Conflicting Emotions.

"How's Jenny doing? She's due next month right?" Doctor Jensen smiled at the thought of his wife and their soon-to-be-born child.
"Yeah, on the 5th." Nurse Ashley grinned at him.

"You excited to be a Papa then?" She teased. He laughed.

"Nervous, but yes." His smile grew, "There's going to be a lot of sleepless nights, but it's going to be so worth it." Ashley chuckled at him.

"That's what you're supposed to think, at least until it's your turn to get up to change them!" They laughed together, but were interrupted by the hospital's intercom system.

'Doctor Jensen and all staff available, report to room B3 ASAP. Seizure alert.'

They swore and ran as the intercom repeated, sprinting down the hall and around the corner. Running past the worried stares in the waiting room and through the patient's door, grabbing equipment as the went.

Doctor Jensen understood the situation as soon as they ran in, he saw the screaming family and the teenage boy writhing on the bed, as if possessed.

"Get me the anti-seizure meds now and get the family out of here!" He jumped forward and prepped the meds that were handed to him as the nurses worked around him, bustling around the room. The screaming family were guided out of the door quickly and efficiently. "I'm going for 7 milligrams." He narrated as he gave his patient, a young boy called Perseus Jackson, the medication. Watching carefully as his patient's jerking weakened, then slowed to a halt, the boy lying exhausted on the bed-out cold.

"Tell the surgery team to prep the OR." Dr. Jensen was all business as he briskly ordered the nurses through what was needed. "He just rejected his meds: they're reacting with something in his blood, get the pharmacy to send me a report for when he's out of surgery." He kept talking as they quickly rolled the boy's bed from his room and headed to the OR, Dr. Jensen mentally ran through his plan of action as he pulled on his scrubs and washed then rewashed his hands.

"Everyone ready?" He asked, holding the scalpel above the boys skin before they started the emergency surgery, overhead lights glaring down. His support team nodded and the doctor prayed to whatever Gods were listening as they began the procedure.

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It was another four hours until the weeping and tense people in the waiting room were given any news. The shock had slowly subsided, leaving behind it only worry and fear and grief.

It was two hours into that, that the twelve year old arrived He ran in, out of breathe and quickly snapped to attention, saluting, when he saw the elder demigods.

"Harry!" Connor smiled, despite the circumstances, as he greeted his little half-brother. "What are you doing here?" The brown haired preteen grinned a gap-toothed grin as he answered.

"I'm a messenger, Con." He was very proud of the responsibility. Connor waited for a minute, grinning, before prompting him.

"So what was the message?" He asked with raised eyebrows. Harry's smile slipped as he stuttered out the almost forgotten words.

"C-camp's doing aright, our team won capture the flag and it's now in possession of the Athenians again," Annabeth smiled through her tears, "The assistant councillors have been taking care of things and keeping things running smoothly. We've only pulled three pranks since you left, but they were great and we only got caught in one of them and that was because the Ares Cabin changed the layout of their mine-field without telling anyone." He seemed personally insulted by that and Connor smiled at him.

"That's why the best pranksters plan for everything." He told the boy.

"And why the best aren't pranksters." Added Frank, earning a glare from all the Hermes kids present. The others laughed sadly, enjoying the brief distraction.