Camp Half Blood: One "Salty" Adventure

Chapter 15

A/N:
Hey guys! So I thought I'd add a picture (above) of Olthen's little group of demigods. Just so you know who we're dealing with ; ). Enjoy the story! Also, if you guys see any typo or imperfect grammar, just tell me and I'll fix it because I'd really like this story to be perfect and some input would be really helpful for me!

-K
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Will's POV:

When I wake up from a night of sleeping on the cold and hard floor next to Rose, who's been sleeping on my bed, I start to hear Rose's breathing speed up. I immediately get up, worried something is wrong with her. Once I see her and I'm on my feet, her eyes open slowly as she tries to get up into a sitting position. She lets out a little shriek and stares at me as I grab her shoulders lightly, holding her still. She lets out one more whimper before she holds my arms with her hands and pulls me closer. She then wraps her arms around me, hugging me. At first, I'm not sure what to do since her reaction to me was so sudden, but I choose to, finally, wrap my arms around her waist and sit myself at the edge of my bed. As she begins to calm down, I pull her away, not letting go of her waist. She has her hands still hanging on my shoulders. "W-Will?" Her voice cracks, sounding strained from not using it for two days.

"Yeah, it's me, Rose." I say quietly.

"What-What's going on?" She questions me. I give her a sad smirk and then sit myself fully on my bed. Helping her to position herself in a more comfortable sitting position and then we let go of each other.

"You uhm... you've kind of... you've been rejecting the injections I've been giving you. I had to stop treatment and take care of you myself." I stated, still trying to wake up. She looks down and then back to me, shaking her head in agreement.

"Yeah I-uh... I'm not feeling too well." I looked at her face, examining it. She was starting to look pale and she definitely still looked tired even though she's slept through a day and a half.

"I know, Rose. I know... do you... do you need a bucket?..." I asked awkwardly. She looked up to me and then down nodding her head. I gave her a sad smile and then got up to walk over to my desk. I grabbed a bucket I had grabbed in the kitchen during the night while Rose was sleeping and brought it over to her. I handed it to her and she... did what she had to do. When she was finished, I wiped her mouth and handed her a water bottle. "Take small sips, don't chug it or you're gonna have to throw up again." She nodded and did as I said and then put the bottle down next to her. "How are you feeling now?" I asked her cautiously.

"Better... now that I uh... got it all out." She said with a nervous laugh. I smiled sadly, sitting down and then I looked down at my lap. "So... could you maybe tell me where I am?" She asked. I looked up to her again.

"Oh yeah!... uh you're in my uh... bedroom. This is the only place where you can be that's close enough to me so that I can keep an eye on you. Plus, this bed is probably more comfortable than being in that cell. Your recovery will be a little less... excruciating." She looked at me, scared.

"E-Excruciating?!" She stuttered out.

"N-No! No! I uh... y-you're going to be fine. I promise, I won't let you get hurt." I told her truthfully. Reassuringly. She calmed down and nodded slowly in response. "S-Sorry... I uh... I didn't mean to-"

"To scare me?" She smiled. I smirked back at her. I had to stop apologizing... especially to prisoners... especially to Rose.

"Yeah... I tend to do that... a lot." I let out a nervous laugh. She didn't reply, letting our conversation sink into silence. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand.