When Percy woke up, he knew where he was almost instantly – the infirmary at Camp Halfblood. He sat up quickly, too quickly, maybe, as his head started to spin. Percy pressed a hand to his forehead to stop the spinning and looked around, jumping back slightly as he saw how close to him Grover and Annabeth were.

"Welcome back, Percy." Annabeth smiled, lunging forwards and pulling him into a tight hug.

"Thanks," Percy managed, though his brain was still trying to process everything that had happened.

"God, we thought for sure you were a goner!" Annabeth pulled back, grinning at Percy before hugging him again. "I'm so glad you're alive!"

"Me too," Percy admitted.

"Same here." Grover smiled at Percy, though his affection wasn't quite as intense as Annabeth's.

"Are you alright?" Annabeth asked, pulling back for a second time. "How do you feel? Do you feel okay? Are you going to be sick? Are you sick? Do you have a headache? Does your body hurt?"

"Annabeth," Grover stated, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Slow down."

"Sorry…" Annabeth bit her lip.

"I'm fine," Percy stated. "At least physically, I feel fine." He shrugged, looking down as everything came rushing back to him. "Luke," he said suddenly. "Where's Luke?"

"He's in a private room," Annabeth stated, reaching out and putting her hand on Percy's bicep, rubbing it gently to try and soothe him. "He was in pretty bad shape, but he's alive, thanks to you, apparently."

"And I'm alive thanks to him, well, all of you, really." He looked down. "But he's going to be okay? I thought I heard something break when I was doing the CPR."

"Yeah." Grover nodded. "He'll be fine, you broke his sternum, but that's a small price to pay for life."

"Oh." Percy nodded, still feeling very much overwhelmed by everything. "And the Gorgons?" He looked up, wondering how in the hell Annabeth and Grover had managed to defeat immortal figures.

"They're out of the picture," Annabeth informed him. "Don't worry about it, okay?"

"Yeah…" Percy bit his lip. "Can I see him?"

"See who?" Grover asked.

"Luke, is he conscious?" Percy bit his lip. He was still confused, but if Annabeth didn't want to explain what had happened with the Gorgons, he wasn't going to ask, not now. There was already a lot on his mind. He believed her that they were taken care of, and that was enough for him, at least for the time being. Right now what mattered was Luke. He had been injured in the fight for Percy's life, and Percy didn't understand that. The last he had known, they had been enemies, Luke had tried to destroy him and had ultimately failed, but why, then, try to save him?

"He's been in and out," Annabeth explained. "I don't know where he is right now."

"Why?" Percy asked. "Why was he with you?"

"We told him that we needed him," Grover stated. "He wanted to get out of his prison, we thought he might run, but he didn't." Grover shrugged. "I don't understand why he fought for you the way he did, maybe to get back into the good graces of the gods, maybe because he had a change of heart, but does it really matter why? He saved your life, Percy."

"Yeah, it does matter," Percy stated, standing up. "Where's his room?"

"Just down the hall and to the left," Grover stated.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Annabeth asked, standing beside Percy.

"No thank you." He shook his head, smiling at Annabeth. "I need to do this on my own – you two go get some rest, something tells me you haven't slept in awhile."

"True that." Grover nodded, putting his hand on Annabeth's shoulder. "Come on, he's safe, we need sleep."

Percy watched as his friends walked away, and he let out a hefty sigh. Once they were out of eyesight, he headed down the hallway, turning to the left and stopping at the only private room with the door closed. He knocked gently.

"Who is it?" Someone called.

"Percy Jackson," he called back. "I want to see Luke."

"Hold on." There was silence, then some whispering, and a few moments later, the door opened. "Be kind," a nurse instructed. "He's still in pretty bad shape."

"Don't worry," Percy said softly. "I will be." He moved into the room, looking quickly at the bed, then at the nurse. "Could you leave us, please? Just for a little while?"

"Will you call if he needs anything?" she asked.

"Of course." He nodded.

"Alright." The nurse stepped out, closing the door behind her, and Percy moved forwards, taking a chair and placing it right next to Luke's bed.

"Hey." He looked at Luke. The boy had a bandage around his chest and he looked weak, but aside from a few cuts and bruises, he looked alright.

"Hey," Luke replied, his voice quiet.

"You alright?" Percy asked.

"I will be." Luke nodded.

"Does it hurt?" He asked, gesturing to the boy's bandaged chest.

"Yeah." Luke nodded again.

"Sorry about that…" Percy bit his lip, leaning back against the chair.

"It's okay." Luke looked in Percy's direction, but focused on the wall instead of making eye contact with the boy. "I'd rather this than be dead."

"You almost were, you know," Percy stated.

"Yeah." Luke let out a small sigh. "I know."

"I want to know why." Percy leaned forwards, looking directly into Luke's eyes, trying to make eye contact with him. "I want to know why you did what you did, I want to know why you went with Grover and Annabeth, I want to know why it was you that was at the lake with me, why it was you who almost died for me."

"We all almost died for you," Luke said, looking away from Percy. "Someone did die for you."

"What?" Percy frowned. "Annabeth and Grover, they're fine, they're-"

"Not them." Luke shook his head. "My friend Cayleigh. She's a tracker, we took her with us…she didn't make it out."

"Oh." Percy leaned back in the chair, his whole body rigid. He had cost someone else their life, someone he hadn't even known. He closed his eyes, taking several minutes to himself, just letting that sink in. When he opened his eyes, he once again focused them on Luke. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I really am…I'm sorry about your friend."

"Thanks, I guess…" Luke didn't know what else to say. He and Cayleigh hadn't been close for awhile, but seeing her again had been nice, it brought back some good memories, and he was truly upset by her death. "These things happen."

"Why?" Percy asked again. "Why your friend? She was there because you asked her, yes?"

"Yes."

"So why did you do that?" Percy asked softly, trying not to seem as though he was interrogating Luke. "You hate me, so why risk your life and another's to protect me?"

"Because." Luke shrugged.

"Because?" Percy shook his head. "Luke, that's not an answer."

"Because I don't hate you." Luke bit his lip, looking away.

"You tried to kill me," Percy stated.

"And I've thought about that a lot since it happened," Luke stated. "It was me trying to lash out at my father, you got in the way…we all have parental issues here, and mine just happen to have gotten the best of me for a little while, but they're back in control, okay?" Luke was starting to get defensive, and Percy didn't want to bring up those walls, but he did want answers.

"So you came for me because you don't actually hate me?" Percy asked.

"Yeah, that and I wanted out of my stupid prison." Luke sighed, turning away so that he wasn't facing Percy at all."

"You're lying to me," Percy stated.

"No I'm not." Luke shook his head.

"You wouldn't be avoiding eye contact if you weren't."

"Look, your friends asked me for help, I helped them. You're alive, Cayleigh's not, will you please just leave?" Luke asked, turning back around, tears in his eyes.

"Fine." Percy stood up, heading for the door. He turned back only once he had reached it and looked at Luke. "Thank you," he said before turning and exiting the room. Luke fell back on his pillows, choked up by the lump in his throat as silent tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Luke, are you alright?" The nurse asked as she re-entered.

"No." Luke shook his head, his voice barely audible through his tears. "No, I'm not."

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked.

"No." Luke rolled onto his side, away from the nurse. He couldn't talk about this, about what he was feeling, not to anyone. Cayleigh was the only person who would ever have understood, and she was gone.

A/N Alright, so most of the MAJOR problems are solved, but as you can see, there's still something lying unresolved! :)