Trust

✍ Surprise

A/N This chapter is dedicated to @katc1999 for her comment on the last chapter :) I absolutely adore her comment; reading it made me smile :3

There's a song on the side that I think would go well with the beginning half of this chapter, so on ahead and play it while you read. 

Lastly, I apologize for the slight delay and filler-ishness of this chapter. It has been a cray-zey week at school and I am just so glad it's over.

Have a good weekend, everyone! Remember, favorite comment gets a dedication in the next chapter!

xx

Percy

***** 

A lump filled my throat and it made it kind of hard for me to breathe.

"What about me?" Adam leaned forward.

I started to feel a little dizzy.

Doc Peters had a sympathetic glint in her eyes when she looked at Adam, and I knew her answer before she said it, but I had to listen to her anyway as she pulverised my hopes.

"I'm sorry, Adam," she said. "Neither of you are a match."

I heard a strangled sound come from dad. His face was calm, but he was gripping the edge of his chair so tightly that his knuckles were white and the muscles in his arms were flexing.

"What about her parents? Have you informed them? Will they be coming in?" Doc Peters spoke to dad.

The whole world was beginning to spin a lot faster. I felt nauseous.

"I've contacted them," dad said. "They live in London but they're catching a plane over as soon as they can."

He stood up. My eyes followed his movements, but I couldn't concentrate on anything besides the sick feeling spreading through my body. I tried to stay on my chair as the world swirled and objects began to blend with each other, but it was getting really difficult, and when Adam shouted, it just made everything a whole lot worse, and then the floor rushed up to me really suddenly.

*****

I woke up in  a hospital bed.

Adam was sitting in the chair next to me, his head resting on his arm. He was sleeping. When I tapped his shoulder lightly, he woke up.

"Poppy, sweet jumping jacks, sis, what the hell happened to you back there? You gave us all quite a scare." He grimaced.

"I'm sorry," I said and I really was. Well, kind of. "What exactly happened anyway?"

"Doc Peters said you fainted. It was, like, a combination of not sleeping and eating well and the stress of everything or something." Adam rubbed the back of his neck. He brushed his blonde hair out of his eyes, irritated.

"Right."

"She said you can be discharged the moment you wake up."

"Great." I felt a little light-headed. "Help me up."

Adam took my hand and steadied me as I slid off the bed. My mouth felt like mothballs so I said, "Is there water or juice or something I can take a sip of?"

"Oh yeah. Doc Peters said you might want some of this when you wake up." Adam took a bottle of water from the bedside tray and passed it to me. I opened it and drank a few gulps.

My brain was still fuzzy, but our last meeting with Doc Peters was still strong in my mind, and so were the feelings that came along with thinking about it.