Will You Save Me // Jercy AU

4~ Let Me Help You

Jason's POV

It's OK Percy, it's gonna be ok'

I don't know how I could utter those words. It wasn't OK, how could I promise him it would be OK?

I ignored these thoughts and focused on the more pressing matters at hand.
I strengthened my hold on Percy, only too aware of how close together with our bodies were. I could feel the blood rushing to my face.

Get it together with Jason, Percy needs you you can gay out over your little crush LATER.

I knew I was correct and so I tried to put our close proximity out of mind and instead focused on comforting him.

I held him close as he wept, I knew he felt weak for showing his emotions. No doubt his fucking stepfather put those thoughts into his mind. I told him it was OK to cry and he just stayed silent, sobs controlling him.

After about 10 minutes of that, he had finally calmed down enough to speak.

'S-so I sh- should probably go right?' he asked. I was shocked, how on earth could he believe that I was going to let him go after this.

'Are you kidding?' I said, my shock apparent in my voice

'Well, I've burdened you enough as it is and if I don't go home he'll be super pissed so I should get going'

He started to limp towards the door but I placed my hand on his shoulder. Seeing him wince only fuelled my anger at that moment.

'Perseus Jackson' I said sharply 'if you even think I'm going to let you go home to that prick then think again'

He looked up at me.
'But...'

'No buts' I said, my voice firm 'Now look Percy, I just saw you wince as I put my hand on your shoulder, I know there are more injuries and I need to see to them. Percy's eyes widened.

'I-I really don't think that's necessary'

'What's the worst that could happen, Percy? I see a couple more bruises'

'more than a couple and some scars' he mumbles

'Sorry?' I couldn't believe my ears- he couldn't be serious.

'I said, more than a couple and some scars Jason' his voice was blank of all emotion.

I elected to ignore his words, not wanting to bring any more tension into the room. I sighed.

'Could you just take your shirt off please Percy?'

'Jaso-'

'Now Perce'

He rolled his eyes and slowly removed his hoodie.

'Everything Percy'

He said nothing but then proceeded to carefully remove his shirt. I couldn't help but stare at his abs. My cheeks immediately grew rosy, to my dismay he noticed.
Despite the obvious lack of necessary weight he still had an amazing body, in my eyes at least. Still staring I noticed how thin he was, I was willing to bet money he was starving himself-or at the very least not allowing himself as much food as he should eat.

'Enjoying the view?' he joked and my face turned crimson. He gave me a grin before his face returned to its monotone state.

I'd never gotten a look at anything more than his face before and now I finally knew why. Black and purple bruises coated his torso, I saw old scars on his back that looked as if they had come from a belt. Worst of all, rows upon rows of horizontal scars lined his arm, clearly self inflicted.

How could you not notice? How did you not realise how badly he was hurting?

'Jesus Percy' I said, my voice barely a whisper. I tried to compose myself, holding back a wall of guilt for being such a shit friend.

Deal with your pathetic-ness later, Percy needs you right now.

'Let me grab some first aid stuff, your shoulder especially looks really bad and I should probably see to those cuts, seeing as they're so recent you're at risk of infection.'

'You're-you're not angry? Or disgusted?'

I was angry, I was so pissed but at Gabe, at me. Gabe for doing this to him, driving him to this and me for not noticing.

'I could never be disgusted with you Percy' I said gently, trying to reassure him.

'I am angry, however'

He looked up, his brows creasing with fear.

'Oh god,' he mumbled. He started muttering apologies quicker than I could shut them down.

'Hey, hey!' I said, quite loudly, shaking his shoulders to try and shake him out of his panic.

'I am mad Percy, but not at you. I'm angry at Gabe for doing this to you' I said, gesturing to his bruises'and for driving you to that' I continued, gesturing to his scars 'and I'm mad at myself for not noticing this and doing something about it earlier.'
He gave me a small smile.
'I'm sorry Percy'

Percy's POV

I just sat there, numbly, letting Jason dress my wounds.
My shoulder was killing me but I didn't tell him, I didn't want to worry him more that already. I felt him spray my forearms with antiseptic spray but I was so dazed I barely noticed until I felt him start to wrap bandages on me.

His buff arms grazed mine and I immediately felt blood rush to my face, I tried to compose myself but not before he saw. He flashed me a grin which I embarrassedly returned, I knew my face was beet red but I tried to look normal. I could see his abs through his t-shirt.

Why does he have to wear such tight shirts?

I shook my head, trying to put all those thoughts out of my head.

Try and think straight Percy. Yeah, that'll be hard with his big gay ass. I'm NOT gay. Yeah, and you definitely weren't just checking out Mr blonde "superman" over here. Shut up.

'Hey, Perce, you good?'

'Yeah, I'm fine thanks Jase'

He gave me an uneasy look, yeah I guess it wasn't very believable when he was staring at my bruises from my stepfather's abuse and bandaging my self-harm cuts
.
I sat there for another 5 minutes, growing restless.

He is really taking his time.
'Hey, Jase?'
'Yeah?'
'You really don't have to do this, or house me or do any of this, especially taking all this time and effort on a small shoulder wound'
I heard him scoff.

'If this was a "little" shoulder wound I highly doubt you would've winced when I touched it before. And I'm your best friend, of course, I'm going to help you. And finally, as for going back to that hell hole, I will never let that happen until I breathe my last breath- and that's final'

I smiled at him.

I wonder what his lips feel like... You need to stop thinking about your best friend like this mate.

I sat there for a further 5 minutes before Jason decided he had pampered me enough and could let me go.

'So, there's a guest room next door and it has an en-suite so you won't be bothered'

'Sorry?'

'Well, what did you think would happen if I'm not letting you go home?'

'I dunno, maybe I'd sleep on the streets or something?'

'You honestly think I'd let that happen?'

'I dunno'

He smiled at me and gave a light chuckle.
'D' you wanna watch a film?'
I smiled
'That'd be nice, thanks'