"Lemme guess, super important mission impossible thing and you need to get off as soon as possible?" I guessed. I was most likely right. Because it always happens.
"Somethin' like that," He groaned, touching his head, "Now can you stich me up doll? I think I'm bleeding,"
Doll.
That's what Dameon called me all the time. And that was the last thing he ever said to me. As I wiped tears from my eyes, I helped him up. So glad it was night.
"Leo, right?"
"Don't wear it out,"
I rolled my eyes and helped in out of the hole. His limp was pretty severe as far as I could tell, "It's a short walk, luckily for you," I informed, basically dragging him myself. "See, right down there. Be no more than five minutes,"
We were silent after that. We didn't speak a word until I sat him down, "Ooow," He moaned.
"Shut up. I've seen guys with a lot more painful injuries than what you have," Why was I being mean? I guess I like him. I was mean to Dameon, so I guess...
UGH! EMOTIONS ARE DUMB!
"I was hurled through the sky on this island! I have the right to complain," He argued.
"Welcome to the club special lil snowflake," I murmured, running a sterile cloth down his leg to clear up the blood. He had a huge gash below his knee. That would need stitches. Or would butterfly closures work better?
"So how long have you been here?" He asked, wincing as I closed up the gash. I went with butterfly closures.
"Like fifty years. I think," I replied, "Take off your shirt. Blood is everywhere," I ordered. He did, reluctantly of course. Gods, he was so much like Dameon. Maybe he knew him?
"Question," I started.
"Shoot,"
"Do you know who Dameon Ontraire is?" I asked. Goodness, blood was everwhere, "And I'm gonna need you to lay down, chump," He did, ever so painfully.
"Oh, that old geyser---augh!" His pain interrupted him for a few seconds, "He was delusional. He said there was another girl on the island named...oh. That's you, isn't it?" He winced.
"Duh," I sighed, washing off the blood with a white towel, slowly turning into a dark red color. "But I can see why no one belived him. We've only had ten visitors since I was born. Eleven, counting you. Word doesn't spread fast," I explained. He seemed to know this already. When all the blood was washed away, I saw previous scars...before he came here. Luckily for him the wound was shallow, but long. That would need closures too.
"How am I lookin'?" He asked.
Sexy as frick.
"Fine. Just a few closures and you'll be gone in two, three days," I informed. I grabbed some healing lotion and a small block of ambrosia. I spread the stuff all over him and made him sit up facing the wall.
"Only a few cuts and scratches. Nothing a little ambrosia can't heal," I checked his arms and legs and face. Bruises and small cuts were scattered throughout his body. "I'll get the ambrosia,"
I think he was a demigod. Who else would be on a quest? Not any mortal I know. (If I knew any)
"Isn't your mom Callypulp or something?" He asked, his voice scratchy.
"Calypso. And yes," I brought some ambrosia and necter to Leo. He drank and ate, and seventy-five percent of his cuts and bruises faded. Just somewhat major ones remained as fresh scars. "So what quest are you doing as of now?" I asked, giving him a new white shirt.
"I'm defeating Gaia with my friends," He said, picking at his scars.
"Don't do that. Slows down the healing process. Who are your buddy buddies?"
"Jason, Piper, Percy, Nico, Annabeth, Hazel and Frank," He listed, counting them off his fingers.
"I've heard of Percy. He was supposed to free my mother...and me," I spat distainfully.
"I could take you home," He muttered, "Uhm, to my place at least,"
I brightened up. Who else would take me away from this cursed place?
"I would love to go!" I said, a little too excitedly. "This place is boring,"
"Well the sooner you patch me up, the better. I gotta get back before old dirt face kills all my friends,"
A//NUgh I'm sorry this is going by really fast. I'll make sure I do more detail. Hope you enjoy! I'll probably update on...next Thursday?
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Forgotten
FanfictionA PJO FANFIC What happens when you're the daughter of Calypso and Poseidon? You get forgotten. And pretty easily at that.