Percabeth One Shots💅🏻✨

54. Death Bed

Angst warning? I don't know, I've never written something like this before.

There he laid. In the infirmary, Annabeth by his side, holding his hand, trying her best to not cry, for his sake. She needed to be strong, she needed him to think she'd be able to move on with her life once he's gone. She knew thats what he wants. They unfortunately have had this conversation, of what they'd like the other to do if one of them died. Annabeth had, as selfish to her as she thinks it is, had always wished to go first if they can't go together. Now here they are. Will did everything he could, but the poison spike he took for her, was too close to his heart for him to be okay. They gave him all the nectar and ambrosia they could without killing him. Nothing could stop this. The scorpion had some kind of vendetta against him, going straight for his heart. Annabeth had seen it happen in slow motion, the scorpion was aiming for her but Percy, the stupid, wonderful, idiotic, amazing man he is, pushed her out of the way and she watched, helplessly as the scorion's spike went right below his shoulder, barely an inch above his heart.They weren't even in a battle, they were practicing, it was just practice. 

As Percy laid in the bed, he watched Annabeth, and he could see her mind racing. All he wanted to do was tell her, that everything would be okay. That she's strong with and without him. That he would like for her to still go to New Rome, join the legion maybe, and live out her life, he wants her to find someone who makes her as happy if not happier than she was with him. He wanted to kiss her, hold her, be with her one last time.
"A—  nnabeth" His voice caught, and he silently scolded himself. "Wise girl." He croaked, his voice having last been used before the scorpion got him.
"Percy, shh its okay, you'll be okay." She stroked his hair, moving it out of his perfect face. In that moment she realized how unfairly perfect his face is. How straight his nose is, or his tan complexion perfectly complimenting his blindingly white teeth. His sea green eyes, trying to grab onto her. "We'll get through this."
"No. No I won't, but do you remember what we discussed?" She nodded sadly. "Please, swear on the Styx you'll follow through?" She hesitated. How was she supposed to just move on? How could he actually expect that of her. She's losing her soulmate, her best friend, her future husband, her boyfriend, her everything, all in one person. How is that fair? "Annabeth, please."
"Percy I, I don't think I can. How am I supposed to get over you? That is the hardest thing I'll ever have to do, I don't think its possible." She shed a few tears, and he worked up the strength to lift his arm to wipe them away.
"Just remember something for me then?" She nodded. "I love you, and I will wait for you, I swear it." His eyes felt heavy. "I'm tired."
"No, don't, don't close your eyes, please." He fought the urge, and she leaned down to give him one last kiss.
"I love you— Wise Girl." Just like that, he was gone. His eyes were blank, but shed a tear. She wiped it from his face. She took note of how much darker the world seemed, and how cold the room had gotten. She didn't realize she was holding his hand until it went cold.

She couldn't move. She didn't want to accept what just happened. How could the gods, after everything he did for them, let him die? Apollo was Apollo again, why couldn't he have saved him? Why didn't Poseidon come say goodbye? Why didn't her Mom come to help her?
What was she supposed to do now? She was paralyzed, she couldn't move, she couldn't get anyone. She was alone. Nobody was here to wrap an arm around her, the way he did. She wouldn't be able to look at the ocean again. She can't go to New Rome, and live in the apartment thats meant for the both of them. She can't face the rest of the camp, she doesn't want too. She would rather die than continue on without her Seaweed Brain. She vowed to find that scorpion, she won't let it get away with what its done. How could the camp let this happen? He saved it more times than anyone. She can't let them burn his shroud. She can't write the speech, she won't. She— how will she tell Sally?

Chiron wheeled into Percy's room. Annabeth hadn't heard him. The world was dull. It lost all color, all smells, everything that made life remotely intriguing. Was life even worth living now?
"Annabeth..." She didn't answer.
"Thats what Percy would call me." (Sorry I can't help adding humor, its how I cope with everything 💁🏻‍♀️🙃)
"Have you made a shroud?"
"No."
"Have you made any arrangements?"
"I'd like to die."
"Annabeth, I know I wasn't here when you two were discussing things, but I imagine he tried to get you to swear on the Styx you would move on." She nodded.
"Can't you at least try?" She shook her head.
"I didn't actually swear, so I could just... die, and nothing would come of it."
"Annabeth, you have to talk to Sally, you wer— are— you are his girlfriend." Chiron was careful as to not put things revolving around Percy's death.

Annabeth is broken. She broke down.

Oops I did I drop a song thats not fitting the mood?
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Hey! So... I didn't know how to end this 😬
Please let me know what I can do to make this better.