See You Again

Chapter 1

Annabeth's POV

The tangy smell of blood penetrated the air. A stuffy atmosphere clouded the room as I pushed past the other nurses to the door. It was lunchtime, and my break was very much needed.

I trudged to the meal room at the end of the hospital and gazed through the window at the cloudy skies. It looked like rain was coming, but at least the snow had finally stopped after a harsh winter. I made my way over to the soup pot, and ladled some liquid into a bowl. I sipped the soup, and surprisingly, it wasn't as bad as I'd thought it would be. It wasn't great - nothing was like the food back at home - but it wasn't terrible. As I was finishing my meal, I heard Piper calling my name.

"We just received a new patient. He's unconscious."

"I'm on my break Piper," I sighed.

"Sorry Annie, but we need you now. There's not much hope for him and all the other nurses are with other patients."

I sighed again. Following Piper, I walked over to the infirmary, a huge room filled with wounded soldiers on stretchers. I knelt down next to the soldier's bed to check on him. He had injuries and bruises all over his body, but they seemed treatable. However, his leg had a huge, gruesome wound and some broken bones. I already could see an infection spreading. If the infection doesn't respond to our treatments and he remains unconscious for a week, it seemed probable that we would have to remove his leg.

Over the next few days, I became quite attached to this quiet, calm character, even if he was unconscious. He was unlike the other patients, with their continuous demands and foolhardy attitudes. His presence was strangely comforting.

I was designated to overlook his recovery and tend to his wounds. His dog tag said that his name was Perseus Jackson, and that he was 24, the same age as me. After all the dirt was rinsed off of him, I could actually see what he looked like. He had messy black hair, but I couldn't tell if it was naturally like that, or if it was because it hadn't been brushed recently. Every day, I wrote down details about the soldier on his medical log:

Day 1: No sign of life. He hasn't moved since he's arrived.

Day 2: I began to treat his wounds. The one on his leg has major trauma.

Day 3: His scars are healing up nicely. A full recovery seems probable.

Day 4: Although he is healing well, the leg injury is still troublesome.

Day 5: His bruises are almost gone. He has... quite nice features.

Day 6: It is day 6. Tomorrow, we are amputating his leg. If he remains in his coma, we might have to give his bed to another patient.

Day 7: I said my goodbyes. I called someone over to remove his leg.

However,

He woke up.