expecting; percico

033

Today was the day. Upon hearing the news Dr.Holt had delivered a few hours before, Percy and Nico knew they would have to come to a decision. Today. It seemed like an easy choice to make. 'No, we keep on fighting, we've gotten this far, why the hell would we give up now?' Unfortunately, nothing in life was that simple. The answer they both wanted to easily say was 'Keep Fighting' because that's what they wanted to do. Then, they'd take a hard look at their daughter, their Zoella, and see how they wires and machines were the only thing keeping her alive, and they slowly began to realize.

She truly is in so much pain. And they were simply prolonging said pain. The entire situation made the new demigod parents hate life. They hadn't spoken to each other in the last three house since Kate had delivered the news. They sat alone together, being consumed by their thoughts of the decisions they had to make.

Nico remembered how hard he fought to keep Zoella safe, he remembered the warnings he was given, how he should give up and carrying a child would be the hardest thing he ever had to do. He was told how he'd go up to the gods and beg for them to handle it in a way they pleased. He remembered how against it he was, how he knew he could do it.

And, he had. He had handled everything he could, the vomiting, the pain, the weird moods. He was able to take care of it all, but in the end, all the physical pain he had been through, it didn't compare to right now. This was the hardest, because now he was watching as his daughter was in an immense amount of pain, and he could do nothing about it.

Telling them, allowing them, to withdraw from care seemed like he would be killing Zoella. He felt like saying it was okay to unplug the machines and remove the tubes, was practically the same thing as taking a blade and drawing it to Zoella himself. He was split into two sides, one being his protective side, that was the side that told him to keep on fighting, that Zoella would come out of this.

Unfortunately, logicality was the other side, and it - well, being logical. It reminded him Zoella was hardly a few days old and in so much pain and how if she did make it through his, she would still be in pain with the amount of surgeries she would need to get the transplants, and her heart fixed, how she may become frustrated because she can't do what the other kids on the street can.

Nico continued crying. He couldn't really seem to stop. It wasn't sobbing, he wasn't screaming profanities while tears rushed down his face. He was just sitting there, staring at some fixed point behind Zoella's bed, a stream of tears constantly flowing.

Percy was in no better state, he sat by Nico's side. Their hands were intertwined as he took in the details of Zoella's face, not entirely sure if he would have an entire lifetime to be able to remember it. He was more than aware that this may be the last few moments with her. He wished he wasn't aware. Obliviousness is a gift, one that he was not granted.

"Whatever happens," Nico began, his voice so weak it was hardly audible. "I love you." He said, turning around to look Percy in the eye.

"I love you, too," Percy said, his voice not doing much better. "That will never change, no matter what may come." Percy squeezed Nico's hand momentarily, a sign of reassurance, before letting go completely and standing up. Nico looked up at him with questioning eyes. "I have to check on my half sister," he answered. Nico understood.

Did he understand exactly why at this moment Percy had to go and make sure Makayla was okay at this exact moment? Nope. Though, after a few seconds to organize his thoughts, he concluded it was probably more of a 'I need to talk to Chiron thing' than a 'Is Makayla okay?' thing. The son of Hades never understood exactly the relationship between Percy and the Centaur, but he did know, that in some form of way, Chiron was a sort of paternal figure for Percy. And just so happened to be educated on Greek Mythology, and on his side.