A/N: Yo, I don't have the next chapter written yet, so it could be awhile. I don't own PJO.

R&R!

PERCY:

I jogged up to the hospital, and stepped out of the pouring rain. I shook my head, resembling a dog. I blinked in the florescent lighting, and calmly walked over to the secretary's desk, my head still spinning from what had just happened.

The young woman sat at the desk. Her hair was frizzy and red, and she had paint stains on her uniform.

"Hey, Rachel," I said to one of my best friends.

"Yo, Percy."

"So now you're doing secretary work? What'll it be next? A janitor? A waitress? Or maybe a fortune teller?" Rachel could never seem to keep a steady job, and I was determined to have her keep one. She said she hadn't found the right path for her yet or some spiritual mumbo jumbo that I didn't really get.

"Percy-"

"Yes, I know, I know, you're happy the way you are."

"Good, you understand... So what was it you needed?" she asked.

"Did anyone just come in right now?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean are there any new patients that just got here?"

"I don't know. I could check?"

"No thanks. Um, could you call my mom down here? I was just in an accident and I need to talk to her."

"Sure thing. You can take a seat if you'd like." That's what I love about Rachel. She doesn't worry about me like my parents and my other friends do. If I say I've been in an accident she just shrugs her shoulders, seeing that I can move and talk, so I must be fine.

"Thanks."

I sat down in a hard plastic chair and let my mind wander.

They really should make these chairs more comfortable, the ADHD part of my mind said. I mean seriously! If there are people waiting in the lobby for hours, they could at least get some comfy chairs, and maybe an actual coffee machine...

The other more focused part of my brain (yes, I know it's hard to believe that I actually have one), thought about what had just happened to me. That girl... she saved me.

Oh, come on! She told you that already, you idiot!

So what? I'm in shock, okay?

Oh, Gods. Now I was arguing with myself. It was bad enough that I had to argue with almost everyone else, now I had actually picked a fight with my own mind.

I went through the same thing you did, dumb ass!

So does that mean you're pig headed even when you're in shock too?

You're calling yourself pig headed, you idiot!

Am not!

Are too!

Am not!

Are-

"SHUT UP!" I yelled. Everyone in the lobby stopped what they were doing and gawked at me. I rolled my eyes and sighed angrily, standing up and stalking off. In other words, I was acting like a normal troubled teenager.

Fine, if Mom's not coming to me, I'll go to her.

I sprinted up the steps of the hospital, avoiding the elevator. Confined spaces freak me out, they always have. I literally ran into a man going the opposite way. He stood his ground, and I fell on my butt. Very manly.

The guy in front of me was tall, and he had wild blonde hair. He was hunched over a little, was it grief? He had a visitor's sticker on his shirt. Apparently, his name was Frederick. He had this crazed look in his eye. I was just thinking that maybe he shouldn't be in this kind of hospital when I heard my mom call me from the top of the steps.

"Sorry, Sir. I wasn't looking where I was going."

"It's quite all right, my boy. I think I hear someone calling for you." He held out his hand, and I didn't hesitate to take it. I stood up jogged up the steps at a slower pace. I gave him a jaunty wave, and the corners of his mouth twitched, but he didn't smile.

"Percy? I know you're coming up the stairs! You're too impatient to stay in the lobby!"

"I'm coming, Mom!" I reached floor three, not out of breath in the least. She ran into me headlong.

"Oh, Gods Percy are you okay? What happened? Tell me everything!" She took my face in her hands, examining for cuts or bruises. I gently pushed her hands away, secretly glad for the attention.

"Mom, I'm fine. My hands and knees got a little scraped up, and I'm kind of wet, but that's it."

"That's it?"

"That's it."

"So what happened?" she asked me. I sidestepped a nurse and a doctor bustling past.

"I was in an accident."

"Rachel told me," she said with a pained look on her face.

"Mhmm. I was walking across the street, and a girl pushed me out of the way. A taxi hit her, and the ambulances came after that."

"Percy, are you sure you're alright? You look a little pale." She gently pushed some of my wild hair from my face and her expression morphed into worry.

"I... she saved my life, Mom. I don't know if I'll ever be able to repay her, much less see her again." My Mom soothingly rubbed my cheek, and I felt my face scrunch up against my will. I hated people seeing me weak. "I never realized how much I want to live until I had a near-death experience."

"Percy, you're all grown up. You're finally acting mature."

"Who are you calling mature?" I asked. Then, just to lighten the mood, I threw my hands above my head and clicked my tongue up and down in my mouth so I made a 'Blolalolalolalolalolalolalo!' sound.

Mom threw her head back and laughed.

"Is that the mating call of the idiots I hear?" I heard a male voice say. I stopped my screaming, looked around, and spotted Dr. Apollo.

"Hey, Doc."

"Hi, Percy. I heard you had a little accident."

"You make it sound like it was in my pants, Doc."

"Well, I don't know what goes on down there, and I have no desire to. For all I know, it could be." I scowled at him. "Anyway, there's someone I think you would like to meet. Sally, you know who I'm talking about." Mom nodded, then walked down the hall, me close behind. She opened the door, and I walked through, expecting just another guy my mom wanted me to be friends with.

Boy, was I wrong.

I think my heart actually stopped when I saw her. She had golden hair, and it was curled in gentle waves. She was pale, and covered in stitches. The doctors must have fixed her up very quickly. Her right arm and leg were both broken and in casts. She was sleeping, but I knew behind the lids were intense grey eyes.

"Hello, Annabeth. It's Nurse Jackson. Feel free to call me Sally. This is my son, Percy. Percy, this is my newest patient. Say hello. You know she can hear you."

"Ah, um. H-hi, Annabeth. I'm Percy, like my mom said," I said stupidly, not knowing what to do. "Mom, that's the girl. The one who pushed me out of the way!" I whispered to her.

"What?" Mom whispered back. "Are you sure? This was the girl that did that?"

"That's her. I would know her face anywhere. It's not exactly easy to forget someone who saved your life," I said. I paused for a moment, listening to her heart monitor. Then, I walked up to her, not knowing what I was doing.

"Uh, hey," I said lamely. "I..." What do I say? Thanks? How can you thank someone enough? There isn't anything you can say to repay that kind of debt. "I don't know what I can do to show you how grateful I am. I can't thank you enough. I hope you get better soon," I said, not knowing what else I could do. I walked out quickly, the awkward silence killed only by the squeaking of my shoes and the beeping of her heart monitor.

Annabeth... so that's what her name is.

I can imagine Percy being immature and screaming like that. I hope I explained it well enough. I can just picture it in my mind. XD.

Anyway, Thanks to everyone that has read this!

R&R!