MICHA'S POV

I'd give anything right now for Aiden to live. I've had a huge crush on him ever since I got to Camp. We're now in the back room of the little cafe thing, and he's not breathing. The old lady, Gertrude Wittenberg, has all kinds of medical equipment back here. His lungs got damaged somehow, and he might not live. Ashley has tears in her eyes, he is her brother after all. Brendan is praying in rapid Greek, and I, personally, am about to explode from holding my breath. Wait. He's breathing! Ashley smiles through her rapid tears, and Brendan stops cold in his words. I let out the breath and smile. He gasps for air. "What the Tartarus was the stuff that lady gave me?" He blurts. We begin to laugh. "Prune juice," I say through my giggles. "But, don't worry. You should be ok. I found some ambrosia in my bag," Ashley says. "Hallelujah! Please, do not let her back here again!" I laugh. "I won't." He sighs. "Phew. Now, I can breathe easy." After that, he begins to cough. "Not so fast. I haven't given you the ambrosia yet, dummy," quips Ashley. She hands him a small piece of the golden brown stuff. He eats it and smiles. "Tastes like mom's cookies." "Are you ok, Aiden? I'm pretty sure Mom has never cooked for either of us." "Yes, she has." "What the Tartarus are you talking about?" "A couple minutes ago." "Aiden, just lay down for a little while more. I think your head still hurts." "And then Mr. Unicorn got ridden my a space cowboy and it was awesome!" I laugh and pat his head. "You've got a great brother there," I tell Ashley after he has fallen asleep. "Thanks. He may be an idiot, but he's also my Aiden Iron Maiden." I laugh. "I've never actually heard that one before." "Oh, yeah, I use it all the time."