Survivor (Percy Jackson Crossover) [#Wattys2014]

Chapters Eight

Will Solace- Demigod

"When was the last time you slept?"

"Last night." He answered not stopping. He carried another pack of first aid supplies to the Hospital wing. Before he got two feet a small hand stopped him. He whinced a flash of fear realizing her hand was inches from his secret.

"Don't lie. When was the last time you slept?" Nyssa asked again.

He didn't look at her directly. He knew she would notice soon enough. Perphaps she hadn't figured it out entirely. But he answered the same again.

"Last night. Can you please move? I have to get these to Crabbe's room." He pushed past her hand and strolled out into the hall way. 

"What you have to do is Take a  seat and sleep!" Nyssa protested. He kept walking forcing her to scurry after him. He hoped in the little corner of his mind that she'd give up and head back to her house. The bigger part of him knew she wasn't going to stop. He just prayed that she couldn't see he was shaking. 

"Nyssa, I appreciate you looking out for me, but I assure you I am fine. I have had enough sleep to-" He started but suddenly he stumbled, dropping his first aid pack, and grabbing the wall to steady himself.

"Will!" 

"Shut Up!" He snapped at her.

Nyssa looked taken aback. He closed his hands into fists, trying to stop the shaking. "Gods..." He muttered under his breath. The world seemed to spin for a moment and he dropped to his knees trying to pick up the random assortment of medicines. 

He took a controlled breath. "Nyssa, I swear on the River Styx I am fine." He said. For once the echoing thunder that would have been reassuring, like a sign that their parents were still watching, didn't happen. He cursed silently in his head, wiping away his watery eyes before anyone could see.

"You still are a stupid idiot, aren't you?" He heard Nyssa say. "Still believing they're up there. Idiot, they're gone."

"What is your problem?" He snapped up at Nyssa. Confusion flashed on her face. "Go pester someone else!" He glared at her. "And leave my dad out of it next time!"

"I-I...I didn't say anything about you're dad," Nyssa stammered, shrinking away. "I didn't say anything at all."

He looked at her before realization hit he sat back on his hindquarters and ran a hand through his greasy blond hair. Styx, how long had it been since he showered? He couldn't remember. His headache started to build, a massive throb in his skull. Nyssa's question started to sink in. 

"When was the last time you slept?" 

He could see his reflection on the polished floors of the hospital as he counted back the days. He had deep bags under his eyes. His blonde hair was slick with grease. His camp Half-blood T-shirt was wrinkled and covered in stains. How many days had it been? He received Crabbe, who was sick with some sort of delusions, two days ago. Dakota had brought in a demigod who had tried to commit suicide earlier little before that, Thursday maybe? 

Jessica (AN: there she is again...) had arrived half carrying, half dragging a family of mortals, that had been caught in a crossfire, trying to protect some mutants, probably a day before that.

Five Days. He hadn't slept in five days. Blood roared in his ears as Nyssa sat next to him and rubbed his back. What was he doing still here? There were people still in his hospital clinging to life by a thread. 

"Di immortas." He hissed struggling to his feet. "Crabbe-"

"He's fine, Will!" Nyssa said shoving him back down. "Unlike you! you need to sit down and rest-!"