Camp Half Blood: One "Salty" Adventure

Chapter 22

Myra's POV:

I felt empty. Useless. Too dehydrated to keep crying, but too miserable to stop. All I can do is let out choked sobs. Both Corbyn and Walker were at a loss. They'd stopped trying to verbally comfort me a half hour ago. Right now I was sobbing in Corbyn's lap while Walker rubbed my back. I couldn't close my eyes. Every time I did I saw another body. Cass, Knox, Nathan, Aaron, Rose, Ben, and Cole. There were more. Some people I didn't know the names of. I couldn't bear to learn their names. "I-I... I don't wanna hurt anyone else, C-Corbyn... I just want to go h-home." I choked out, looking up at him. He gave me a sympathetic smile.

"Myra, you don't have to hurt anyone right now. If I could send you home I would. You know that right?" He gave me a defeated look. The two had given up on cheering me up and were just letting me cry it out at this point.

"We c-could leave. We c-c-can get Rose and I'll take you two back home a-and you can meet C-Cole and Ben and my puppy, Hunter..." I begged him, but Corbyn refused to meet my eyes and looked away. I turned around to Walker for support, but he wouldn't meet my gaze either. I buried my face in Corbyn's chest again. Walker offered me a water bottle, but I refused it. The more I thought of Cole the worst the misery got, until it felt like I was drowning in it. I was crying so much I could hardly breath. I didn't even hear the labored footsteps making their way down the hall until Corbyn made me look up.

"Myra?" It was Rose with Will. Will was supporting her and he set her down so she was sitting in front of the bars, across from me.

"R-Rose?" I quickly stumbled out of Corbyn's lap and sat down so I was right across from her. She was pale and looked exhausted, but she was still here. She was okay.

"Hey, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Rose looked at me, making me shift uncomfortably under her gaze.

"I... I'm fine. H-How are you feeling?" I asked, my throat still sore from crying.

"At the moment? Winded. But I'm a bit better." Rose gave me a weak smile.

"Are you coming back soon?" I looked over at her empty cell.

"Probably not, Myra. Getting here was too much for me and it's just walking down the hall... although I didn't do a lot of the walking." Rose admitted, looking at Will, who was quietly leaning against the wall, watching us.

"Oh..." I mumbled, trying to hide my disappointment.

"I'm sorry, Myra." Rose looked away.

"It's... It's not your fault. I'm being selfish." I gripped the bars tightly in my hands till my knuckles turned white.

"Myra? I could start bringing Rose a bit more often... I guess..." Will spoke up. I looked over at him and saw his face had softened a bit, it seemed like he felt bad.

"Y-You can? You promise?" I couldn't keep the hopefulness out of my voice.

"Not every day though. And only when Rose is feeling a lot better than how she is right now." Will told me, shooting a concerned glance at Rose every few seconds.

"When is she gonna get better?" I asked.

"I'm not 100% sure, but in about a week? Maybe a few days. But to make sure she gets better faster, she'll need her rest." Will said. Rose gave me a weak smile.

"Okay..." I muttered, feeling the hope starting to fade away again.

"I'm trying here, Myra. I really am." Will assured me, but it wasn't worth it. Was anything even worth it anymore?

"I-I know. S-Sorry, Will." I apologized, keeping my eyes fixated on the floor.

"I'll give you guys a couple more minutes, but then Rose needs to get back." Will said, gesturing to Rose and then going off to the other side of my cell with Walker, talking quietly.