PJO/HOO Sickfics and Prompts

Fever Addled

Synopsis: A very sick Annabeth is taken care of by Sally and Percy.

I apologize for the super freaking long wait! Enjoy! 

From the moment Annabeth blearily opened her eyes in the morning, she knew something was amiss. When she shuffled to the bathroom for a shower and to get ready and caught sight of herself in the mirror, she did a double take. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes tired and glassy, and, well, she looked sick. Annabeth being her stubborn self, got in the shower anyway. The steam only exacerbated her condition, and made her feel dizzy and nauseous, so much so that she had to sit down before she fainted. Her stomach rolled painfully, and Annabeth found herself heaving a few seconds later.

Somehow, she found the strength to get out of the shower, brush her teeth, and put some clothes on before leaving her dorm and catching a cab to Percy's apartment. He would be at school, of course, but she figured Sally would have no opposition to Annabeth crashing on their couch until Percy got home. She finally made it to the apartment building, after what felt like hours in the cab (although it wasn't a very long ride, as she and Percy were going to high school together and lived close), and eventually made it inside. 

Sally looked puzzled. "Percy left for school half an hour ago, sweetie. What are you doing here?"

"I'm not feeling so good." Annabeth explained. "Do you mind if I crash on your couch for a while?"

"Not at all." Sally smiled sympathetically. "What hurts? I can try to give you some medicine."

"My stomach, mostly." Annabeth answered, squeezing her eyes shut. "And my head. I'm really dizzy, too."

Sally placed her hand on Annabeth's forehead and frowned. "That's quite a fever you have there.   Go lay down on the couch, I'll bring you something for your headache."

"O-okay." the daughter of Athena stammered, stumbling over to the couch and collapsing onto the cushions. Sally was by her side after a second, with a thermometer and a rattling bottle of pills. Annabeth grasped the thermometer weakly and slid it under her tongue.

"Your fever is at 102.8." Sally said worriedly. "I have some medicine."

Annabeth accepted the pills and the glass of water, then hesitantly swallowed them.

"Make sure you're staying hydrated." Sally threw a thin blanket over the demigod. "You may not have Poseidon as your father, but water will still help." 

"Thanks, mom." Annabeth muttered sleepily, drifting off. Sally looked momentarily surprised, then smiled sympathetically and tucked the blanket up to Annabeth's chin. 

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Percy walked in the door, grinning brightly. "Hey Mom, so today-" he froze when Sally motioned for him to be quiet and gestured to the couch, where Annabeth was still fast asleep, her flushed face mushed against her shoulder. 

"She showed up this morning with a high fever." Sally explained in a hushed voice. "She's been sleeping most of the day, but she'll be glad to see you."

Percy set his backpack on the kitchen counter, then knelt next to the couch. 

"Hey, Wise Girl." He murmured. "Not feeling so good, huh?"

Annabeth opened her eyes blearily. "Seaweed Brain."

"How do you feel?"

"Mmh..." She groaned. "Am I... Dead?"

Percy chuckled. "I don't think so."

She frowned adorably. "Oh. Weird. Feel like death."

"Wanna go to bed?" He asked gently. Annabeth nodded, and Percy threw an arm around her waist to lead her to his bedroom. Unfortunately, they didn't make it that far before she threw up all over herself. Percy shoved his girlfriend towards the bathroom so that she could finish while he fought down his own rising nausea. He had seen some pretty nasty stuff, sure, but vomit was just something he couldn't handle. Once he composed himself, he went into the bathroom. "Lets get you cleaned up, okay?"

Annabeth nodded weakly, and Percy pulled her soiled shirt off of her and ran to throw it in the washer, as well as grab one of his own shirts, which he then slid over her muscular frame. Percy wet a washcloth in the sink and used it to wipe her face, then her mouth. 

"Let's get you to bed." He helped her stand up and led her to his bed.

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When Annabeth woke up, she felt considerably better, she was in Percy's bed, and Percy was sitting beside her.

"Hey," he grinned, once he saw that she was awake. "Mom says your fever broke while you were asleep. How are you feeling?"

"Better." Annabeth sat up and yawned. Then froze as the fever addled memories flooded back to her. "Oh, gods."

"What?"

"Did I puke on you? and your floor?"

"Nah. You puked all over yourself at one point, but I took care of it." Percy responded. "Your other shirt is kind of, um, ruined, though." 

Annabeth glanced down at what she was wearing, which happened to be a soft blue T-shirt of Percy's. It smelled sweet, a mixture of laundry detergent and cologne, but most of all it smelled like him. 

"Oh, gods." She said again.

"What?"

"I called Sally Mom. I called your mom my mom." Annabeth felt herself blushing. "That's so embarrassing."

"Not really." said Percy pensively. "I mean, she thinks of you as her own daughter anyway."

Annabeth felt herself blushing even more, if possible.

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