Twin Children of Poseidon

On My Death Bed

I do not own Percy Jackson or any of the characters, except for Ariana.
All the rights go to Rick Riordan.

A 21-year old sick Ariana Andromeda Jackson was re-reading her favorite book series, Percy Jackson in the hospital when suddenly everything goes to hell.

Ariana's POV

I was currently re-reading the part where Percy and Annabeth are kissing each other underwater when suddenly I feel like my body's burning up. The heart-monitor starts beeping like crazy grabbing the attention of my foster parents Sally and Paul Jackson. While Paul rushed out to get Dr. Valdez, Sally come near me, immediately grabbing my palm in hers and says, "Shh. Hey, you're gonna be okay, Airy. Everything will be alright. I am here now. You'll be okay." She sounded like she was trying to reassure herself more than me.

I still remember the day when we got the news of me having leukemia. After hearing that their only daughter was dying, you can guess how they'd feel. I never understood why they took in and cared so much for me, an orphan. But even though I don't understand, it just makes me respect and care for them even more.

But I knew somehow that my time here with them was over. But I also didn't want them to be sad for me. I wanted them to move on and be happy with Percy, my newborn foster-brother.

What are odds. I have a little brother named Perseus Achilles Jackson, just like in the book. And me having ADHD.

Damn ADHD. But at times, it is very useful when distracted me from my pain.

As I was contemplating all of this, Paul rushed in with Dr. Valdez. He checked my vitals first before saying, "She doesn't have enough time. I suggest you say your goodbyes now" in a somber tone to my parents.

They were devastated. I knew they hoped that they would get more time with me. Hell, I thought I had hoped that I had more time to be with them.

I wanted them to move on. They now had Percy to care for and if they pinned over my death too much, they could not pay enough attention to him and make a mistake in the process. And I didn't want it to happen. I cared for my baby brother way to much to let that happen.

So I said, "Mom, Dad, please don't cry. You knew this day was coming. Now that it has come, you have to let me go with a smile on your face, so that I know that you'll be okay after I go, and I then can be happy knowing that you'll be happy. And please don't take my.... passing... to harshly. You both have to be strong. If not for you or me, then please do it for my baby brother. He needs you now. And you both need to be focused on him before you make a mistake. Consider this my last wish. Tell me, mommy, daddy, will you be strong? For my baby brother? Please? "

To that, they responded, "We'll try, our little Airy-girl. We cannot promise us ever being fully happy after you leave us, but we can promise you that for Percy, we will. And he'll be cared for to best of our ability."

"I guess that's good enough." I said before succumbing to the darkness.

Hey guys. I had this story drafts for a while now. Pls tell me what you think.