"Come on, Alexandria, I didn't come all this way for you to die on me." I start chest compressions after I checked her pulse and didn't feel anything.
"Ozias, mate, three things. One, her leg broken in two different places, two, you've been at those compressions for half an hour, three, we're out of ambrosia. She's dead."
"Help me then," I scold. "Swap out for me, I need to find the first aid kit. We need to get her stable enough for transport." I look to the sky, hoping the gods would give me a sign, or maybe help me save her. Is this part of the prophecy? I start to recite it, starting as a whisper.
"When the time comes that the first one is reborn..." I look down at Alexandria. "Two siblings shall cause an age of abundance..." Siblings of who? Am I related to someone here?
"Once the moon turns bright, a foolish decision shall cause the rise of a new god...." What would be the mistake? Not bringing ambrosia? Not letting her die? I look to the sky again, this time to the moon, which I notice is full. It's turning dusk outside, and a full moon is a bright moon. Someone's going to do something stupid. Tonight. I hear behind me the car door slam. Jason kneels next to me. I hope that Jason's here to switch out for me with these chest compressions. I'm getting tired.
"My parents tell me that I was named after a demigod. His name was Jason Grace, son of Jupiter. Roman fellow, but the best the Argo II ever knew."
I shake my head. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Let her die in peace, Ozias. She talked to you, and though it was over the phone, you got to know each other. Don't drag her death on like this. Alexandria deserves to die a peaceful death."
I do a couple more compressions, a futile attempt. I imagined the sound of a flatlining monitor. I take Alexandria's wrist. A tear falls down my face. Nothing. I sit back on my knees and check my watch.
"Time of death: 20:23."
She's still there, her body's still there. Dead, but what was the foolish choice? Who's the new god? Would more CPR or anything else have saved her? She's too far gone to try again, and no amount of ambrosia can undo death. Now she's gone. Damn, I should've savored those through-the-window glances when I had the chance.
But I didn't.
And she's gone now.
And I never got to say goodbye.
END OF SEASON ONE.
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Compilation of Less Depressing Favorite Stories
FanficSpoiler warning, where your favorite characters don't die and you aren't depressed cause they're dead. Or, they're other stories that are just plain sad. Or stuff. I write stuff
