War's Warrior

Chapter 9

He didn't want to open his eyes. He couldn't open his eyes either. His eyelids felt as if they had been glued on anyway. He wanted to go back to sleep but at the same time, wake up. Shadow was exhausted. However, even in this state, he knew that he had two wars to fight. He was a leader, the one that others looked to for support and hope and he couldn't let them down. It didn't matter that he himself needed the support and hope to go on too.

His first attempt at opening his eyelids went horrible. He still felt that laziness inside him and the want to just sleep until the wars were over. He didn't want any battles like the ones before. However, he wasn't one to give up and leave all the work to others. So with a lot of will and self control, he lifted his eyelids only to close them again after being blinded by the horrendous light.

He opened them slower this time, to better adjust to the light. When he finally had them opened, he made the observation that it was the afternoon. Few people were in the infirmary, less than normal. There were less healers than normal. He heard animistic screams and roars from outside the infirmary. The few healers that were inside the infirmary looked really stressed and were talking in hushed tones. They had to be really stressed and busy to not immediately come and bother him the second he lifted his eyelids.

Seconds later, the doors of the infirmary flew open and other healers came, leading in wounded demigods. Acting on instinct, Shadow's hands flew to his head to see if his hoodie was still on. He relaxed when he felt the fabric underneath his hands. He then started to sit up, trying to attract no attention from the healers who were healing a bunch of wounded demigods.

However, that was when he noticed the bandages that were coating his arm. His sleeve had been pulled up, and the place were that stupid White had stabbed him was under a couple layers of fabric, as if it was supposed to help it. He supposed that it might of helped it, but he was no healer. The more important thing now was to lift all that fabric off and take all those bandages off. Then he could go out of the place where people commonly died.

Just as he had begun to lift off the fabric the strict voice of Will Solace, the ancient demigod doctor from his time in Camp Half Blood, stopped him. "Don't touch that. You're keeping it until we can ensure that the poison has been sucked out."

"How long have I been out?" Shadow asked.

"A week," Will responded nonchalantly.

On the outside, Shadow's face remained stony. On the inside, Shadow's thoughts were going on a speed of 100 miles per hour. What had happened during the time he had been out? Had Order attacked again? Had Gaea attacked again? How many had died? While he had been out, had any of the healers figured out his identity? How had the demigods, immortals, and Void squad reacted to him blacking out? Were they more aware of the war now? How were the Void soldiers taking the news of a the Dark War II? How was the universe taking the news?

Before his thoughts could continue, the infirmary doors burst open and a new person was led in. That was when he noticed that the infirmary was getting abnormal amount of patients today. Had there been another Gaea attack? The thought that he missed it was horrifying.

The doors burst open once more and this time, a familiar face was led in. Sandy's armor was coated in blood, both gold and red. Her face was bruised and scratched all over and her eyelids were barley lifted. She was trying to walk on her own but she was limping and relaying on a healer.

She was led onto the bed near him. His eyes met with hers and they instantly crashed. He found himself asking, "What happened?"

"The giants attacked," she coughed out. "You missed it."

"I can tell," he muttered. "Will she be okay?" He asked the healer.

"We don't know. We haven't even done any scans yet," the healer informed him.