"Percy, Percy!" This snapped Percy out of his thoughts as his head jerked up, looking at Jason, who was looking at him with a concerned look in his eyes. "Hey, you okay, bro? You just sort of zoned out for a minute." Percy nodded slightly, his his left arm was hugging his legs tightly, while his right hand was clutching his bandaged shoulder, his mind still terrified by the memory. 

The door to the infirmary creaked open, and there was Tyson standing by the door, looking shy to enter, and his eyes were scanning the room. 

"Hello, Tyson." Annabeth said in a soft voice. Tyson smiled at Annabeth's greeting.

"Is brother hurt?" 

Annabeth gave Tyson a sad little nod. Thinking Percy was asleep, Tyson walked to Percy's bed in small delicate steps and put a miniature blue cupcake at the bedside table. 

“Ella made this for you, brother." 

Percy didn’t react. 

“Does brother like it?” 

“Yeah.” Percy said softly, his eyes were unfocused, as if his spirit wasn’t really in the room. Tyson smiled broadly and clapped his hands, but even he could see that something was wrong with Percy in the softness of his voice. He even noticed how Percy’s voice trembled slightly at the simple word. 

"Yay!" Tyson cried happily, pushing the thought of Percy’s weird behaviour away. “Annabeth will join too, right?” 

Annabeth nodded, eyes still focused at Percy’s motionless body. 

“Sure, I could use a break like that sometimes.” 

“Awesome!” Tyson ‘yay’ed again. “When is Percy coming out of the hospital?” Tyson beamed at Jason, who was now looking at Percy's heart monitor. 

“We don’t know, Tyson. Will hasn’t told us anything about him leaving the hospital yet.” Jason forced a smile. “Maybe soon.” 

Tyson clapped his hands happily. 

“Great! I’ll be seeing Percy soon. I’ll go and meet with Ella. She must be reading some books again.” Tyson skipped happily and exited the infirmary. 

“Let’s play a game, Percy Jackson.”