Annabeth herself felt very sick after seeing Medusa's head come clean off. She could tell that Grover did as well. She could definitely see that Percy did as well. Fortunately, Annabeth didn't throw up. Unfortunately, Percy kept saying he was going to. He stumbled off, probably to sit down, clutching his stomach. Grover gave Annabeth a look. She did too. Grover's said, "Go and see if he's ok." Hers said, "No way in Hades." Grover won. She walked over, albeit reluctantly, and sat next to Percy, who had his head in his hands, facing downwards. "Are you ok?" She asked. "Not really, no." He answered. She placed a hand on his back and began rubbing it in circles. After about 5 minuets of heavy breathing from Percy, he asked Annabeth to take her hand off, because it was making him feel even more nauseous. Annabeth settled for her hand on his knee. Grover kept wandering around, looking for something Annabeth didn't know. She daydreamed about the Parthenon and architecture for a while. She was brought out of that dream when Grover brought something like a tin over. She didn't understand its purpose, until Percy threw up. She knew it was going to happen moments before it did. His stomach made a loud groan, and he lurched forward with a retch. He managed to get it into the tin and threw up again. When he was done, he slumped against the bench, eyes almost closed. Annabeth kicked the tin away so that Percy didn't step in it when he stood up. Annabeth looked for Grover, but couldn't see him. She shook Percy's shoulders and helped him stand up. "Gods, that was awful." She said. "Are you talking about the head or my spectacular woman attracting moment a minuet ago?" Annabeth rolled her eyes, "Both." Percy raised an eyebrow and sighed, "That makes both of us. Where's Grover? G-MAN?!" Grover came out from behind the bush, smirking. He quickly wiped it off at the glare he received from Annabeth. Percy walked off, back to the head of Medusa and wrapped it up in her shawl, groaning the whole time. He then went inside and Annabeth exchanged a glance with Grover. Percy came back out with a box and a pen. He wrote on said box and then stuck the head in. "Hey, Grover. Pass me a drachma?" Grover did. Percy placed the drachma on top of the box and said, "To the gods. Olympus." The box disappeared with a loud POP! "Percy, they aren't gonna like that. They'll think you're impertinent." Annabeth warned. Percy looked at her with a bored expression, "I am impertinent."