I'm not okay. (Percy Jackson fanfic)

Chapter 4

"I don't care that Perry-"

"Percy,"

"Peter-"

"Percy,"

"Whatever! I don't care that the wimp was having nightmares! I was generous enough to allow a week of sleeping in the same cabin! I can not allow it anymore! It is against the rules!" Mr.D was NOT happy. It was bad enough that Percy's night was plagued with nightmares-not nearly bad as usual thanks to Annabeth being there- but now the two of them are getting yelled at for being the emotional support the both of them so desperately need. Annabeth looked over at Chiron for support, but he just gave her a sad smile.

"As much as I hate to agree with Mr.D," Chiron said, earning a glare followed by a grumble from the Camp Director. "It IS ancient rules that you may only stay in a cabin if you are a child of that god." 

 "But Chiron!" Annabeth tried arguing. It was hopeless really. Trying to argue with an ancient being and a drunk dude that was supposedly a god who was stubborn and grouchy to no end. Percy just sat there slouching in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest. Annabeth looked over to her boyfriend for support but saw that he was no longer paying attention. "Percy! Aren't you even going to TRY to help me?" Percy was still staring off into space. "Percy?" Annabeth asked, getting a little worried for her boyfriend by now. Still no response from the son of Poseidon. Annabeth gently shook his shoulder and he gave little to no recognition of even feeling it. Annabeth was seriously getting worried now.

"Percy!" Annabeth yelled while shaking his shoulder with more force now. Then something that Will had said about her and Percy's PTSD came to mind.

******************************Flashback************************************

Percy was still in the infirmary. He had just fallen asleep after being knocked out with a high dose of meds. It was the only thing that would work. They had tried Piper with her charm speak, Annabeth tried to coax him to go to sleep, and will had tried a lower dose but to no avail. He inserted the medicine into Percy's IV drip and finally, he was out for the night. They all just hoped that he would actually get some rest.

"I'm worried about him, Will. I think more happened to him emotionally down there than what he wants to tell me." Annabeth and Will were standing in the doorway of Percy's room as they both Anxiously watched the son of Poseidon.

"I know Annabeth, me too, but I'm nowhere near as qualified in Psychiatrists as I am in, well, trauma mainly, and not emotional trauma." 

 "I know but... I don't know Will. He just seems," Annabeth heaved a sigh. "jumpier? freaked out? Anxious? It just seems worse than when were ACTUALLY there." Annabeth shivered at the thought of That place.

"I know Annabeth, you've told me numerous times. All I can tell you is, he is going to need a lot of love and support. You too." Will Paused for a second then turned to the daughter of Athena. "How are you?" The one little quest was all Annabeth could take before she broke down, collapsing into the surprised but accepting arms of the young son of Apollo. All Will said was, "Shhhhh, he'll be okay, you'll be okay. You'll both be okay." over and over again. After a while, Annabeth pulled away from the son of Apollo and hastily wiped at her eyes as she stood up from her seated position on the ground. How did I get there? She asked herself but she just shrugged. Crap, Will's been talking this whole time.

"Did you get any of that?" Will asked as patiently as possible. 

 "Sorry, what?" Annabeth asked, confused. What was he talking about again? Uhhhh....