Say Something

"No," he muttered. "No, no no. You can't die on me, Percy. You can't die on any of us. We need you." The prince of the dead was on his knees, shaking the body of the sea prince. Percy lay completely still, pale on the ground, blood seeping from the sword wound in his stomach. "Percy. You can't be dead. You can't-" he let out a choked sob that had been bottling up in him for years, ever since Bianca died. "You can't die. What about your mom? Your step father? Annabeth? Everyone who loves you?" Taking a deep breath, he spoke another word. "Me."

(possible second part)