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"she was crazy in love with you." ✧･ﾟ: *✧･
BAILEY'S DREAMS WERE DIFFERENT THAN USUAL. Typically demigod dreams warned of incoming danger— usually in the present tense. They were foreboding, and more like nightmares. The daughter of Apollo hadn't had a dream that didn't leave her shooting up from her bed, sweating, since before she came to Camp Half Blood.
The one Bailey was swept into as soon as the goddess of healing touched her leg did not fit those parameters, though. It did fill her heart with a familiar sense of dread, but dread of an event that had already taken place; The Battle of Manhattan.
The first thing she saw was Percy. Bailey had spent the entire day fighting at the edge of the Williamsburg bridge— doing what she could to push back Kronos's forces with the rest of her cabin. She was exhausted, body aching, arms cut up to all hell, and patience waning. But when night fell, there was no time for sleep; Bailey helped Will set up triage in the medical tent they had poorly assembled around mid-day. While many demigods assigned shifts and went to find a place to sleep at the Plaza, Bailey stayed. There were too many people to treat— too many fatalities, though no demigods yet; they needed her and she wouldn't be able to sleep knowing it. It was late when Percy came to find the Apollo siblings, expression grim. Bailey prayed his bad new was bearable.
"Bailey, Will, we need you at the Plaza— it's . . Annabeth." Bailey sucked in a breath, looking to Will. Her older brother looked close to collapsing, but he nodded at the son of Poseidon. Bailey passed her bandages over to Benny, who finished up the job wrapping a hunter's sprained arm. The two of them followed Percy through the streets of Midtown, Will clasping his little sisters hand in his. Bailey couldn't believe she was still in Manhattan— cars crowding the streets, but no sound except the dull clammer of explosions and fighting happening in other parts of town.
"Percy, has anyone . ." Bailey trailed off, but the rest of her sentence was unneeded anyways. The son of Poseidon shook his head.
"No demigods, yet. The rest of your cabin is still out looking for Michael, but other than that I haven't received word of fatalities." Bailey nodded silently. She wished she would have picked up a phone so she could call Laney. Demigods were so scattered around the city, and Bailey worried even if she was in the Plaza it'd be hard to find her. She hadn't seen the daughter of Hephaestus since earlier in the day, before the cabins split up to cover the entrances into the city— when Laney had wrapped her in a hug, kissed her forehead, and left with the rest of her siblings.
