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Epilepsy

Thanks, again, to WarlockOfPain456 for the next two ideas. I think I'm starting to run out of creative power after writing so many of these one shots. Seriously, this is the eighty-sixth one shot I've done this year.

Artemis had been relaxing in one of the many gardens with the Olympian wildlife when he stumbled upon her. She heard his footsteps and glanced up sharply as he approached, the fawn in her lap sprinting away. The saviour of Olympus noticed the movement out of the corner of his eye and looked up. A sly grin appeared on her face at his startled expression. "Hello, Percy Jackson."

"Hello, Lady Artemis," he responded, bowing.

Artemis waved him off and stood. "No need to bow. You've rightly earned my respect." Percy straightened up as Artemis appraoched him. "What brings you to Olympus?"

"Annabeth was coming and I figured I'd tag along. She didn't mind," Percy shrugged.

Artemis eyed him in a way that made him feel a bit uncomfortable. "Aren't you in a relationship with Annabeth?"

"I was," Percy corrected, watching as the goddess stalked closer. "We decided it wasn't working out after a month. The only reason we got together in the first place was probably the pressure of the campers."

"Is that so?" She asked. "Perhaps that's why Aphrodite's been so disappointed lately."

"I wouldn't be very surprised if it was," Percy agreed. His eyes widened for a moment but he didn't move or say anything.

Artemis noticed the slight change in expression and was silent, carefully watching his face for signs of . . . anything, really. His eyes seemed slightly unfocused and unaware of her presence. She heard him suck in a shaky breath and she noticed that he seemed to be almost shivering. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What was happening?

He stumbled backwards, the shaking getting progressively more violent. "Percy?" Artemis said but he didn't hear a word she said. The shaking evolved into full out convulsions and Artemis rushed forward to catch him as his legs gave out. She sank to the ground, holding him tightly against her in a sort of attempt to stop his spasms. She flashed them both to the first safe place that came to mind, not thinking about the fact that she would be taking a man there: her palace, more specifically her own room.

It took a few minutes but slowly the convulsions died away, leaving Percy panting against her neck. As awareness returned to him he became conscious of the fact that he was pressed against the maiden goddess, his hands clinging tightly to the back of her shirt. He felt her run a hand through his hair. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," he said shakily, pulling out of the goddess's grip. He sat in front of her, breathing deeply as she watched with concerned eyes. "Thank you."

"What happened?" Artemis asked softly.

Percy looked up at her face. He'd never told anyone this, but . . . "I'm epileptic."

Artemis felt her breath leave her body. "What?"

"Yeah," Percy sighed. "It's a pain in the ass. I'll have little fits here and there but usually nothing this big. Sorry you had to deal with it."

"How has this never been noticed?"

"I do take medicine for it," Percy told her. "During the war, I've always been too focused on other things for it to ever bother me. But now that the war is over and nothing's really stressing me out, they've been getting progressively worse."

"Can this be cured?" Artemis questioned.

Percy shook his head sadly. "No. I'll be stuck with this for the rest of my life. Wouldn't be surprised if it killed me, being a demigod."

"Oh, Percy," she exhaled, shifting closer and hugging him. He sagged against her, the fatigue from a fit taking its toll. Artemis noticed his drooping figure. "Tired?"

"Yes," he breathed. "Seizures always exhaust me."

Artemis debated with herself for a moment. "You can stay here for now," she finally said. She stood up, helping Percy up as well and helping him over to the bed. He sighed in relief when he felt the matress beneath him.

"Thank you," he said again, curling up on the bed. "So much."

"Of course," she murmured, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Sleep."

Sorry if this is inaccurate. I'm doing my best here.