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Paul Blofis' POV

Percy and I were just wandering around Central Park, talking aimlessly, when I slipped on a patch of ice and fell onto a rock embedded in it.

"Ow!" I muttered, stinging pain racing up my arm and shoulder. I tried to move my hand, but it wouldn't move and my shoulder burned.

"Paul! Are you okay?" Percy ran over from his spot about ten feet away, crouching down next to me. "Oh," understanding dawned in his eyes. "You dislocated your shoulder and probably broke something. Plus you cut your shoulder pretty bad. Hades. I hope Will's on duty. Let's get back to the Prius." He helped me up and supported my weight as we stumbled back to my car, still dented from Blackjack's landing. Percy opened the door and helped me in as I settled gratefully into the seat.

"Okay, let's go. I'll take you to the hospital," Percy decided. "I could fix you up at home but I'd rather have someone who knows what they're doing." It still shocked me, how he could be joking one minute then deadly serious the next. He dropped into the passenger's seat and started the engine, merging into the evening traffic.

"Hurry the Hades up!" Percy yelled for the fifth time at a car in front of us.

"Percy, calm down. I'm not dying," I laughed weakly.

"Look down," he ordered, eyes on the road. I followed his directions and nearly gasped. My left sleeve was covered in scarlet. Percy tossed me a towel, which I wrapped around my arm, wincing. We finally reached the hospital, but Percy took me around to a side entrance after parking.

"Um, Percy, why not use the front door?"

"I want to see if a friend's on duty. Unlike mortal doctors, he could actually do something to fix you up. Wait right here." I dropped into a hard chair and sighed, trying not to look at my arm. I was a little concerned about the whole non-mortal-doctor thing, but I figured Percy knew what he was doing. Five minutes later, he came back towing a boy with blonde hair hardly older than eighteen.

"I'm Will Solace," he introduced himself. Percy looked pleased.

"Paul Blofis, Percy's stepdad," I replied.

"Oh, we know. You and Sally and Annabeth are all he talks about!" Percy and I both blushed, Percy smacking his friend in the arm. "Hey! Don't hit the healer! I might magically lose that potion I made specifically for fixing you up!" Will threatened, poking my stepson in the chest.

"Hey, guys, glad you're catching up but..." I trailed off , gesturing to my arm. Suddenly Will was all business.

"What happened?"

"He fell on the ice and stabbed himself in the arm with a rock when he fell," Percy supplied the answer.

"Alright. Come on, let's get you patched up," Will opened a door into a doctor's office. I followed him, hearing a slap-slap sound as I walked. I looked down and realized it was Will's flip flops, which went really well with the cargo shorts and nurse's scrubs he was wearing. Probably not exactly procedure, I mused. He looked like a doctor-cum-Cali surfer boy. He patted a table and I sat on it as Percy closed the door behind himself and plopped down in a chair.

"Will, is he going to be okay?" he asked worriedly.

"He'll be fine. Toss me the nectar, would you?"

"Um, won't I burn up?" I questioned, a bit worried.

"No, it's not for you, rather me. I just had to fix up Clarisse and Chris about an hour ago, they ran into some dracanae in Times Square, so if I'm going to heal you I need the energy," Will explained, taking a sip of the godly drink. He immediately brightened. "Percy, the bottle labeled thirty one, would you?" Percy gave him the vial and Will took out a syringe. He pulled the liquid from the vial. "This is so it doesn't hurt when I mend your shoulder," he explained, swabbing my upper arm and jabbing it with the needle. I muttered an "ow", but soon my arm felt numb and my head buzzed pleasantly.

"Percy, would you come over here and keep him from kicking me?" He saw the look on my face. "No pain, but involuntary reflex." I relaxed and nodded as Percy stood directly in front of me to stop and flying limbs.

"Three, two, one," Will called out, suddenly popping my shoulder into place. He nodded triumphantly. "Let's see to that cut then do the break." Will poured the contents of a gold vial over my cut and it closed up, still leaving a wound but no longer open. Will hummed something softly and I felt the cut seemingly stitch itself together. "If I could use nectar, we'd be fine, but I have very few mortal-safe medicines," he informed me. "You have to keep it wrapped and clean." Will grabbed a roll of white gauze and pulled it around the wound, wrapping it tightly over basically my entire upper arm. Then he pulled out athletic tape and covered the gauze, using his teeth to tear the tape.

"Isn't that unsanitary?" I worried.

"Nah, good ole Pops made all my stuff so it's always sanitary," Will assured me. "Perce, could you do your voodoo magic and get me a bucket of boiling water?" Percy nodded and concentrated, filling a large white bin with steaming water. "Thanks," Will said. "Paul, what color cast do you want?"

"Just white is fine," I assured him. "How do you even know it's broken?"

"Perks of being Apollo's son," Will said nonchalantly. He tossed a roll of white cast material into the water and wrapped more padding around my wrist and hand, which was swelling and turning purplish. Once it was sufficiently bandaged in white plush padding, Will reached into the water and pulled out the roll of cast material, which he pulled across the padding with surprising speed, singing quietly while he went. "That hymn makes the swelling go down. You still need the cast for a month though, but it's waterproof, don't worry. Especially around Percy." Percy glared at him, then they both started cracking up, something about a toilet and Clarisse. "Good to go, don't do anything stupid!" Will ushered me out.

"Kind of hard to avoid stupid ideas, I live with that one," I said, jabbing my good thumb over my shoulder to where Percy stood, glaring. "But thank you, really." Will nodded and headed off. We became friends, because trust me, living with Percy comes with its own fair share of accidents.