Percy Jackson
When he woke up the next day, he could feel the hoarseness of his throat. The anguish, the pain, and every other emotion he had felt had gotten the better of him. The room around him was in disarray. The once spotless bedroom had cracks in the marble floor. The ornate walls that surrounded him depicting symbols of the ocean had contorted and become almost unrecognizable. The bed itself didn't fare any better against Percy's onslaught of emotion, the wood had cracked in many places by the pressure of the water-rich air in the room.
And this was how he spent the next week. He didn't eat, he didn't move, and he didn't talk. He stayed in place for the entire week, not wanting to do anything. It was only his godly heritage that kept him alive. He was sure that his family and his friends had tried coming into the room, but Percy kept it locked. It wouldn't have really mattered though, they were gods and demigods, they could obviously break down a door. He suspected they just left him alone in order to grieve.
When he finally had gotten enough of wallowing in self-guilt, he got up. He surveyed the room and found in the corner of the room a glinting drachma. In that moment, he felt terrible. His loving mother and stepfather, who wanted to try to give Percy a sibling, were left down below Olympus, not knowing anything and not being allowed up to the Eternal City. He figured that if he was going to apologize to his mother, he would do it in person. There was simply no other way in his mind. He stripped down all of his clothes and moved to the bathroom, which had luckily survived the worst of his powers.
He looked in the slightly cracked mirror to see what he looked like. His face was gaunt and he had bags under his eyes, showing just how bad he felt. The once invulnerable skin on his body now was crisscrossed by scars. Scars from monster thorns, blades and spears—even a few bullet holes from when some monsters had gotten creative with mortal technology, after all, why play fair when you could gun down your enemy easily. All of the wounds had healed, but he suspected that there was little he could do about the scars; he doubted even Apollo or his son Asclepius could have made them disappear.
He stepped into the large shower and put the water on its hottest setting. He just stood underneath the spray for a moment, before he picked up a bottle of body wash and began to lather it over his body.
He got out of the shower perhaps half an hour later, with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair moist. It had been his first in a long time. The first warm shower and the first time to wash his hair in weeks. The Argo II had bathrooms on-board, but they couldn't hold a candle to the luxury of this palace. That was why he didn't make the water dry instantly. He needed to enjoy the fact that for now, he did not have to put on armour and fight a war for the Olympians.
Through another door in the room, he found a sprawling walk-in closet. It held so many clothes in it that he suspected Aphrodite had been involved in getting them there. Clothes for formal occasions and even swimming trunks lined the room. He looked around until he found a section with lots of jeans, where he picked up a pair of dark-wash jeans and walked to another section filled with T-shirts and picked white shirt up.
That was when he realized, he didn't find any underwear. He dropped the clothes he had chosen on a chair and walked around to find a few drawers embedded in the wall of clothes and pulled them open one-by-one. Ties, cuff links, socks, and finally underwear. Picking up a pair of black boxer-briefs, he dropped his towel and slid them on. Going back to the chair, he picked up his chosen clothes and pulled them on. He didn't bother going to fix his hair. He knew that it couldn't be tamed in this state, so he considered himself lucky since it didn't contain monster residue in it for once.
He considered getting something to eat, but decided against it. His mother had waited long enough. He glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand as he walked out and saw the time, 10:34 AM. He didn't even really know what day it was...
