See You Again

Chapter 4

Perseus's POV

Where was I? Temporarily blinded by the bright light, I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to feel around to see where I was. I slowly opened his eyes to find himself staring at this huge sign at the top of a luscious green hill. EUPHORIA

Euphoria? As soon as I said that, the rest of the scene seemed to materialize around him. A beautiful campsite; warm, comfy cabins; a sparkling dark blue lake, and then, the people. There were so many people everywhere. A soothing female voice drifted in and out of the camp, dipping into the lake and dancing around the cabins. I felt at peace, a utopia without war.

I smiled. I was ready to enter, but something seemed to call me away.

Love, hate, death, life, all unnatural forces completely out of our control.

Who? What? The voice circled around me, enticing me to go to the mystical camp, but holding me back. Suddenly, stormy gray eyes flashed in my mind.

The voice got louder and louder still, filling my head with thoughts of passion and loss and want and hate. Euphoria seemed to be disappearing, fading in and out of my view. I ran towards the entrance, the bright orange sign at the top of the hill, but it disappeared. It was all gone.

I opened my eyes. The blonde nurse from earlier was standing next to my bed, arranging medical supplies on that small table next to me. I immediately remembered what the doctor had asked the nurse right before I fell asleep, and I sat up a little to look at my leg. I breathed a sigh of relief; my leg was still intact, but there was a huge wound on it.

"Are you feeling better?" the nurse asked.

"A little bit. How long will I have to stay here?"

"I'm not exactly sure," the nurse responded, "it might be a while."

I had mixed feelings about her statement. It would be good to take a break from fighting, and maybe I could relax a little, even if I was injured. On the other hand, I was probably needed out there on the battlefield. Men were dying every day, and it wasn't like we had an infinite supply of soldiers.

I stared at the ceiling of the infirmary for a while, realizing that there wasn't much to do here. To pass the time, I decided to make small talk with the nurse.

"So, what's your name?" I asked.

"Annabeth," she replied, still organizing her supplies. It didn't seem like she was a huge fan of talking.

"That's a pretty name, I've never heard it before. Well, my name is Perseus."

"I know." I was about to open my mouth to ask how, but I stopped myself, not wanting to seem dumb. She had probably seen my name earlier on some medical record.

"Well, you can call me Percy." I tried for a smile, but Annabeth didn't even look at me. When I didn't hear a response, I went back to staring at the ceiling, eventually falling asleep.