Perfect Little Blue Boy (Percy Jackson)

Chapter Seventeen

Percy

Waking up in the infirmary, I knew I was screwed and immediately explained to Nico that I did not do anything, it was Clarisse.

He went to get me some decent food because I was hungry and that's when Will came in and told the whole deal of that I lost a lot of blood and they did a few transfusions and what not.

"So you'll live." Will summarized and suddenly my insecurities all kicked in and my anxiety also showed up. It was a fun time, you know?

Because I realized that meant he saw the gash on my arm from the scratching. That I haven't stopped doing, mind you. It closes, stops to bleed, and it itches and so I itch and it bleeds like hell. But when I'm in a shit mood it's something to calm me down, something else to focus on.

It's the same reason why I cut my legs. Which, Nico caught me doing the other day. And he threw out every blade in my cabin.

He also holds onto Riptide now. He started doing that a long time ago.

"But I ask just because everyone has that's come in to see what happened." The son of Apollo added on. "Where did the gash on your arm?"

Did I stutter my entire sentence as I made up a story on a whim?

Hell yeah.

Did Will believe a word that came out of my mouth?

Hell no.

"Look, Percy," he started off and pulled up the chair closer to the bed, sitting in it to face me. "I know kids are saying shit about you. And I know Annabeth has been starting a lot of it. But I could care less. She's pregnant. She does a lot of weird stuff and says weird things. I don't know you that well. I know what's on this paper. That's it. Aside the general stuff everyone knows about everyone here."

He kept going on and on about this and normally I wouldn't mind. But I couldn't get to my bag that had my inhaler. And I needed it.

By the time he noticed my heavy breathing, I lost my ability to form words.

So I pointed at the bag and tried to motion an inhaler. And it worked, thank gods. He got me my inhaler, and I used it and I calmed down.

This thing has saved my life like four times.

"You have an inhaler?" He asked me as if he wouldn't know about my anxiety or depression.

He had to look at my medical history, didn't he?

"I've had one since I was 5." I told him. "Shouldn't you know that?"

He shrugged.

"Camp doesn't have access to history files anymore." He explained. "we get everything from what you tell us. But anyways, what was the gash about?"

"Nothing."

And it was time to close off the rest of the world, apparently.

He must've gotten the idea, he left.

Will

He was lying. Nico wouldn't spill. Nobody would.

So I figured nobody knew and I went to Chiron to tell him what was going on.

"Will Solace," the centaur greeted as I entered the Big House. "What's going on, my boy? We don't see you in here too often."

I sat down across from Chiron and Mr. D.

"As you both know," I started to explain. "Percy has been in the infirmary since yesterday because of intensive bleeding. And without access to his medical files I was trying to figure out where he got this gash from. It's huge. Covers a good portion of his forearm. But he won't tell me, he insists that it's none of my business. Nico and Grover aren't saying anything. Denying that they know about it. So um... I was worried that he had a problem that goes further than what we can take care of here."

They shared a look.

"What sort of problem?" Mr. D questioned.

I shrugged.

"Mental stuff." I listed off. "I'm pretty sure he has anxiety. He has an inhaler. He said he's had that since he was little. He stuttered a lot. I figured that you guys deal with him more than I do, you might know something."

Again, they shared a look that annoyed me. Because it gave away thag they knew something. That something like this wasn't news to them.

"Have you done a brain scan on him yet?"

I shook my head, explaining that I couldn't until he's fully recovered and off of the IV and everything. Then we will do a full blown check up.

Then I figured I'd ask why that question came to their minds.

"Well," Mr. D told me as Chiron went to consult another demigod. "About a week ago, Nico came in here and asked about a therapist for Percy. He said that Percy did go to therapy, but his therapist quit on him.

"So?" I asked. "Most demigods in the mortal world do."

"His wasn't for camp, though." The god explained to me. "It was for our her problems, only some of which that I know. And when we asked how bad he was, Nico said that he refused to leave his cabin, he never ate more than he was forced to eat, and he says a lot suggestive things. So Chiron agreed to meet and talk to Percy while we looked for a therapist to come to camp for everyone. Of which we still haven't found. But Percy bullshit his way through Chiron being there. He said he was fine, life was going great. He was stuck here but could over it."

"So Nico lied."

"Nope." Mr. D corrected me. "Percy doesn't want people to know that he actually has problems. Nico found out over the couple of days he stayed at Percy's house. Grover found out through their empathy link. Thalia and Clarisse found out after forcing Nico and Grover to sleep, saying they'd make sure he'd do anything."

"Did he?"

Again, he shrugged.

"I mean, yeah." Mr. D told me. "At least twice. The gashes were caused my him. He said that he had an itch and never stopped itching until he felt and noticed he had blood on his fingers. I don't know what the other incident was."

I tried to wrap my head around that.

"He self harms?"

Mr. D nodded his head. "He also tried to commit suicide... 4 days ago."

He nodded again.

"Yeah, four days ago."