Goode is Taken Hostage.

Roll with it.

"Soooo..." Percy looked between the chair and the bed he was lying on, "How are we going to do this?" His voice had finally recovered enough that he could hold conversations, it sounded different than before and he had to stop after long conversations, but it was huge progress.

"Myself and Doctor Peters here will pick you up," Doctor Jenson answered him, "We'll place you in the wheelchair, Ashley will push you around a bit, then you'll tell us what you think." Nurse Ashley was currently busying herself by attatching his IV and oxygen equipment to the wheelchair along with all the other equipment he would need. Percy grimaced.

"You make it sound so easy." The teen complained. The doctor smiled at him.

"That's because it is."

"You ready?" Asked Doctor Peters as Ashley finished her task. Percy swallowed.

"Sure. Why not?"

The two doctors stood on either side of the injured teen and put one arm each beneath his knees and one by his shoulders. They lifted him seamlessly from the bed and into the wheelchair, but Percy grimaced in pain anyway as their actions jostled his wounds despite the effort.

"Sorry kid." They apologised.

"S'OK," Percy murmured as he shifted as much as he could in the chair. It was a plain, hospital standard, black wheelchair with silver metalwork. "S'more comfort'ble th'n I e'spected." His murmurs were slurred due to the pain, but his statement was honest. "'m still not s're 'bout th's though..." He'd been struggling a lot recently with not being able to get himself around and be independent and, though this would help in the long run, he hated not being in control of how and where he was moving.

"We've got you Percy." Annabeth reassured him, carefully running a hand lightly over his less injured shoulder. Percy hummed in response, focusing on the wheelchair and where he was supposed to rest each limb; it was surprisingly complicated from his perspective. 

"Here." Nurse Ashley steps forward and guides him smoothly to each rest. His legs had to be manoeuvred completely by others but he could help at east marginally when it came to moving his arms, so he could adjust them when she placed them onto their respective rests either side of his torso, it was only marginal, but it gave him back at east a modicum of control and he wasn't going to waste it.

"Hold on," Doctor Jenson warned as Percy started to pant while moving his arms. His hands were shaking, the braces covering them creaking slightly as Percy released a long, strained breathe, trying to keep them still, "Take it slow there champ. You only had the op. recently, your hands aren't going to be recovered for a while."
Percy sighed as the doctor lowered his hands for him and the tremors stopped once they were on the chairs handles.

The chair itself was what you'd expect, arm rests on wither side (where Percy was resting his cast covered arms and hands) and pedal-like rests for his feet, but there was extra support around his shoulders and special nooks and ports for necessary medical supplies which were made specifically for him. Percy was caught between being thankful for them and bitter that he needed them, but he was dealing.

Ashley started pushing him slowly out of the room then around the waiting room, it was mostly deserted and the few people waiting there smiled kindly at the group.

"So what do you think, Percy?" The Nurse asked at they rolled along. He considered the question for a minute while his family held their breathe behind him.

"I...it's hard, but...I think I like it." He smiled up at the Nurse, "It's better than just lying in bed right?" She grinned at him as his family broke into relieved smiles.