cover you now ; pjo

three ; piano man

Most of the casualties were being treated outside on the dining pavilion, but Peter P. told Ben his wounds probably needed infirmary level attention, and when a child of Apollo (El) saw him, he agreed.

"You have some pretty deep cuts on your back, probably from a hellhound. And your shoulder is pretty much nonexistent," he said.

"Really? I don't feel anything." Ben looked down and almost vomited. El was right. His entire right shoulder was... mauled. His camp shirt in that area was ripped to shreds. "Huh."

"Yeah, so you're gonna go down to the infirmary and see Carolyn. She'll patch you back up, give you some bandages and painkillers, then you can come back and help us with the other... injured campers." Ben saw them glance over at the three bodies wrapped in tarp. Three casualties.

"Wait, Carolyn? Wasn't she the one who got that weird prophecy from Lord Apollo? Before he disappeared?"

"Yeah, she was really shaken up, and just wanted to do her normal job, I guess. To get her mind off it or whatever. I don't blame her. Plus," El leaned in and spoke at a lower tone. "I heard that she had a dream last night with another stanza of the prophecy in it. And that Chiron is thinking of sending out a quest." He straightened themself. "Anyways, have fun at the infirmary!" And with a swoop he turned and left.

Ben made his way to the cabin they used as an infirmary, quiet and observant. After that weird shit with Apollo went down, the storm had broken, and the sun shone down, revealing that it was almost noon. The campers had fought the hordes of monsters for three hours. Sunlight caught in the dew drops on the blades of grass. It was pretty. There was no sign that three halfbloods had died that morning.

The son of Poseidon walked up the steps and opened the door cautiously. It was empty. "Huh," he thought aloud.

His footsteps echoed on the floor, and he sat down on one of the weird medical bed things. After a few seconds of silence, he tapped the paper and called out, "Carolyn?"

"Coming!" He heard someone say from the back room, and then a girl walked out towards him.

The first thing he noticed is that she was tall. Not like, really tall, but tall enough to make him uncomfortable at 5'2. She had brown, curly shoulder length hair that flipped up at the ends and a medic bag swinging by her side. And... she was, glowing. It was hard to notice with the LED lights, but if he squinted he could see a faint golden light surrounding her. She was also visibly shaken. Ben's brow furrowed.

"You ok?" He asked.

"I should ask you the same thing," she responded, attempting to smile. "That shoulder looks pretty bad."

"Nah, it's fine. I don't feel anything." Carolyn started taking things out of her bag. She opened a pack of disinfectant wipes and held one over Ben's shoulder. "This might sting a bit."

She lied. It stung a lot. He winced, and she smiled apologetically.

"No, but really," he started. Carolyn had turned away to reach for the ace bandages. He shifted his weight so he faced her. "You're obviously shaken up after what happened with your dad. I mean the guy forcibly grabbed your chin and spouted a prophecy-"

The girl's light spiked in brightness, but she didn't say anything. She started wrapping the bandages around Ben's shoulder, softly humming Let it Be by the Beatles.

Ben decided not to push her. He know he would've left the room by now if someone kept asking him to open up and he didn't want to.

Finally, as she was fastening the ace bandages with the metal things Ben forgot the name of, she took a breath and spoke.