I didn't expect to wake up in a hospital, or at all. I thought I'd be in the Elysium with all my dead friends. Light was rushing at me in full speed, and I couldn't help but groan.

  "You are never leaving this hospital again, Jackson." I hear Leo say, hugging me tightly. I felt my shoulder get wet, and his body was shaking, was he crying.

  "I don't think I'll have a choice." I chuckled, hugging him as well as I can. Everyone else was in the room, some were crying, some were pacing, and the rest was sitting somewhere, lost in thought.

   "Nope." Malcolm smiled at me, also crying. How much did I miss while I was asleep? Couldn't have been much, I wasn't asleep long by the seems.

   "How am I alive? I died, I know I did." I said certainly.

   "You did, it was Will that managed to save you, and Pipers charmspeak. There was also a note for you, we don't know who wrote it." Nico said, handing me a note.

   "Guys, thank you, for saving me. Quite a few of you have tried apologizing, and tried anything for me to forgive you, but I've shut you all out, and I'm sorry for that." I said, not bothering to open the note yet. I didn't know who wrote it, one of the animatronics? Not going to lie, I'm curious, but some things need to be said.

  "No, it's our fault, we wrongly accused you of something everyone knew you didn't do." Jason said. He was definitely a stubborn one, but I think Leo and Malcolm got everyone back on my side.

  "No, I'm trying to apologize, shush." I said and he smiled lightly. "Last week, after you guys left the restaurant, I nearly died." I started.

  "Don't need to remind us." Leo said bitterly. I grabbed his hand with my normal hand and squeezed it.

   "But when I woke up, I realized, I would still die for every single one of you. I could've used you to fend them off while I ran, but it didn't cross my mind, all that mattered was that you guys got out." I sighed, letting go of Leo's hand. Their facial expressions were all mixed, guilt was the main one. "I don't know what that means, and I don't know why I did it." I said.

   "You shouldn't of. You should hate most of us." Annabeth said, she was the most stubborn to realize she was wrong, but I think the reason it was so hard for her was because she didn't like the thought of her being wrong. Honestly, I wasn't surprised.

   "I can't bring myself to. You all came around in the end." I shrugged.

  "It was because of us that you got that job, it was because of us you got so hurt." Piper claimed and I shook my head, telling her she was wrong.

  "You guys were right, I was hiding something all those months ago, but it wasn't a plot against the gods." I sighed and they all looked at me curiously. "I was leaving camp at night, I had a small drinking problem, and I was trying to get help." I informed and they all looked at me in shock.

  "Why did you start drinking? When did you start drinking?" Annabeth asked in complete shock.

   "I was drinking since I could get my hands on beer, which was when I was thirteen. Gabe had hidden stashes that he forgot about but I found them all. I don't really know when it became such a problem, but I did it because I had a hard time facing reality. That was after my second quest I think." I said, looking down.

   "You had found out Greek mythology was real, and Gabe tried kicking you out, you snook on a quest and Luke tried to kill you." Grover said and I nodded.

  "And a bit more but, it wasn't because of all that for the most part. A part of me always knew Greek mythology was actually real, and I was having demigod dreams since I was young, and I guess those really detached me from reality. I've definitely gotten better since." I said.

  "Percy, can you explain this?" Nico asked, handing me my journal, which was flipped to page 36. I looked at them all nervously.

   It's night 37, currently it's a Friday right now, the hardest night. Foxy almost broke down the door, so I put my desk in front of it. The room was also getting smoky, and Im getting dizzy. Maybe this job won't kill me, maybe I will. I had brought enough beer and cigars to last the night. This is probably a bad way to cope with my panic attacks, but I can't  bring myself to care.

   I should let them get me, but I know I can't. I still don't know if I want to live or not, I don't have much to live for but I could find something, like that girl Sammy, she's beautiful and kind. Or my work, get enough money, find an apartment and live peacefully. I hoped I would settle down with Annabeth, although I never wanted to go to college, but plans obviously changed.

   "You were having panic attacks?" Nico asked me curiously and I shrugged carelessly. It shouldn't have been shocking, they saw me have one last week.

  "It happened often, and I brought alcohol to work sometimes, not often because I didn't want to get fired." I explained and they nodded, all going into their thoughts. The doctors came in, the same ones that came to me about the surgery.

  "Mr Jackson, glad to see that you're awake, you were asleep for quite some time." The female doctor smiled, and I tilted my head curiously.

  "I thought I was only asleep for a few hours?" I asked, looking at everyone else in the room, who looked down.

  "You were in a coma for almost a month." The man said, frowning. "I assume they did not inform you. You've had lots of visitors." The man smiled and me, but I could only nod.

  "The plus side is, your knee healed significantly and we can take off the cast, so you can start your therapy next week. and your stab wounds are almost healed." The women smiled at me.

  "When can I leave?" I asked, and they shared a look.

  "As soon as we take off the cast." The man smiled, and they left. I rubbed my robot hand nervously. The feeling of it was comforting, being able to feel things. I should be dead. The thought didn't scare me as much as it probably should have, but I think I've had my fair share of living in pain.

    "Percy, will you come back to camp with us this week?" Annabeth asked, almost pleadingly. I shook my head.

  "I'm getting my cast off and doing the therapy and I am finishing my movie." I said. They came back and quickly got the cast off.

  "Try standing on it." The male doctor said. I felt bad for not knowing their names but I couldn't do much. I took my legs off of the bed, placing my hand on the wall, shaking while doing so. I was nervous to put pressure on my leg, but I put a small bit of weight. No pain. I put more and more pain until my legs were carrying all my weight, and pain flared in my leg. I grimaced tightly, sitting back down.

  "That hurt." I said tightly, my eyes shut tightly. I tried not to let the tears show, I shouldn't be so weak.

   "How much pressure did you put on it?" The lady doctor asked curiously, grabbing my knee.