Percabeth One Shots

Sick days

(Post Heroes of Olympus)
~Percy's POV~

Percy knew he was screwed the moment he woke up.

He ripped off the covers and stood up. The bedroom was spinning. Or was that just him?

He wasn't sure. And five seconds later, the mighty Percy Jackson was throwing up in the toilet. His forehead burned and his nose was blocked, which made it very difficult to breathe. Percy looked at himself in the mirror, "Oh Styx."

He looked like death- which was saying something since he'd met Thanatos before (and it was also ironic because he was actually really handsome). Percy couldn't believe how dark the bags under his eyes were, or how his red his nose had become.

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Percy, honey. Are you alright?" His mom sounded concerned, like she already knew he was ill.

"Uh...yeah..uh huh..." He cursed under his breath. His voice had gone so nasal, she would be able to tell something was up. "I mean, I'm fine mom."

"Are you sure honey? Well, I've got to leave for the airport now, Paul's coming back from his trip soon..." There was a slight pause as if she was expecting Percy to respond.

He would have, but he started throwing up again.

"Well anyway, you should invite Annabeth over, she's welcome to stay the night. Ok?"

No answer. Percy was afraid he might throw up again if he opened his mouth.

"Percy? Hello?"

Sally knocked again. "Percy? Are you alright?"

The door wasn't locked. Which was great, because it meant Percy was able to treat his mom to quite the scene: her son, in only his boxers, lay, half-gasping half-retching, over the toilet bowl.

She walked over, worry lines etched on her forehead. "Oh sweetie. Are you ok?" She took his face in her hands, her blue eyes anxious.

Percy shook his head slowly, he tried to answer but it came out as a groan.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up." She rubbed his back, pulling him off the toilet.

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    Percy woke up a while later, and struggled to remember what had happened. He vaguely recalled his mom wiping his face with a cool towel, and making him brush his teeth.

    She had set him down on the couch, in front of the TV. Percy, dressed in his sweatpants and hoodie, was buried underneath thick blankets to keep him warm. But he was still confused, how long had he been asleep?

    "I know... yes, I will be...." He could hear his mom on the phone in the kitchen, "I'll just be a bit late... Wait, hang on."

    She marched into the living room and picked up her bags before walking over to Percy. "Hey sweetie, how you feeling?" She smiled lovingly.

   "Better." Percy smiled back, weakly.

    She kissed his forehead, "I've got to fly to San Francisco for that publishing meeting. I called Paul, he said he won't be back till tomorrow night. So you're just going to have to make do with Annabeth."

    Even when he was ill, Percy still perked up when his girlfriend was mentioned. "Really? When is she coming?"

    She laughed, a cheeky smile formed on her lips. She had expected that exact reaction from her son, "I'm not sure honey. She said she'd be here in ten minutes, but it's been-"