Camp Half Blood: One "Salty" Adventure

Chapter 28

Myra's POV:

I woke up to Damian's voice. He lightly shook me, but I ignored him, staying limp. I didn't want to get up. It wasn't worth it. Not when I could stay here with my eyes shut and dream about Camp. It was the closest I was ever going to get to being there again. To be home again. I was starting to forget what Cole's voice sounded like. Sometimes in my memory his voice sounded deep and rough and other times it was soft and smooth. It was distorted and I hated it. I can't forget him! I can't... "Myra! Gods... Are you okay? Don't cry. Please stop crying." Damian lifted me up. I opened my eyes, my vision blurry. I started crying weakly into Damian's shoulder. "No, come on, Myra. You need to stay strong. Just a bit longer, I promise." He soothed. Damian gently tilted my head to the side and injected the treatment. I didn't bother trying to resist it. "Myra, speak to me." Damian ordered. I looked up at him, rubbing my eyes and coughing a bit.

"I-I... I'm okay..." I mumbled. Damian put me in a sitting position on my mattress.

"Just hang in there. I want to stay, but Olthen is gonna kill me if I'm late. Corbyn and Walker will be here soon too with breakfast." Damian brushed some hair out of my face and quickly left. I stared at the wall blankly. I might have fallen asleep, or maybe I was just dazing out. I wasn't really thinking. There wasn't anything to think about. I felt so... empty. Corbyn and Walker showed up soon after Damian left, the smiles fading off their faces as soon as they saw me.

"Morning, Myra!" There was a forced cheerfulness in Corbyn's voice as they both came into my cell. He handed me an egg sandwich on a plate. I started eating it, but it seemed tasteless. I put it down and pushed it away from me. Walker sat down next to me with a disapproving look.

"You gotta eat." He huffed and pushed the plate closer to me.

"I feel like I'm gonna be sick." I mumbled to him. Walker and Corbyn shared a concerned look.

"Alright... At least eat the toast." Walker sighed and took the bread off the sandwich. I nibbled and picked at it. I couldn't stand this feeling... like my heart has been ripped out. It didn't hurt, but I almost wish it did. Any emotion would be better than this. We sat in silence for a bit while I ate my toast. Footsteps sounded down the hallway. Corbyn moved in front of me protectively, giving me a sharp pang of sadness. Cole used to do that a lot when he was worried. I looked up, taking the distraction as an excuse to put my toast down and shove it aside.

"Hey, Myra. I brought a visitor!" It was Will's voice. I forced myself to look at him.

"Rose? Al-Already?" I stammered. Will gave me a worried look.

"Yeah, she's feeling a lot better." He smiled slightly.

"Thank the gods." I pushed myself up a bit more.

"How are you, Myra?" Rose stepped into the dull lighting. She looked so much better than yesterday.

"I'm... I'm okay." I mumbled, trying to put emotion into the words. They still sounded empty and meaningless to me.

"Will, can I go in?" Rose asked, frowning at me. She saw straight through me. She always did.

"Yeah, it should be fine..." Will replied quietly, he was leaning against the far wall, watching Rose and I. Corbyn got up and opened up the cell door for Rose. She walked in and looked me over for a second.

"Come here, you look like trash." Rose said flatly, crossing her arms.

"I'm fine, Rose..." I replied, looking away.

"Don't give me that. You look like you've been crying. What's wrong, Myra. Talk to me." Rose commanded, looking panicked. I shook my head at her. If I started talking then I'd start crying again. "Please? How about you two, who are you? Why is she like this?" Rose looked at Corbyn and Walker, who had sat themselves on either side of me, like usual.