"NICO, WATCH OUT!" Will screamed from across the infirmary.
As I turned, I was slammed into the wall, my vision going black as I hit my head on something, loosing consciousness.
. . .
I heard a voice from above me as I struggled awake.
"Nico, please, wake up." a feminine voice said, obviously distressed.
Whoever it was was holding my hand and I could feel drops of something wet on my arm.
I groaned as I sat up.
"Nico?" a girl with cocoa brown skin and cinnomin colored hair asked. "NICO!" she then screached, making me cover my ears. "WILL, NICO'S AWAKE!"
A very blond, very tan guy then swooped into the room, took one look at me, and scooped me up bridal style, muttering "Nico" while running his fingers in my hair.
I sat there, confused. Who are these people? They obviously care for me, but . . .
"W-who are you?" I asked in a raspy voice, looking up at the guy who was currently kissing my forehead.
"Very funny, Nico, stop joking around." The guy hummed while the girl punched my arm playfully.
I must have looked confused because the girl, whoever she was, looked at the guy with wide, concerned eyes.
"Will, what if he's not joking?" She asked, her voice full of panic.
"He has to be." the guy, Will I guess, replied.
A guy with sea green eyes, unruly black hair, and a muscled body in a white shirt and blue jeans walked in, while my stomach did a flip-flop.
Am I gay?
If so, I hope he is too.
He took one look at me and immediately shouted "ANNABETH, COME QUICK, HE'S AWAKE!" and ran over to me.
My heart fluttered a little. "Is Annabeth your girlfriend?" I asked.
"Nico, stop messing around." He said, flashing a smile.
"Why is everyone saying that?" I asked, a little frustrated. "I'm not joking around, in any way shape or fucking form. Who are you people, anyway?!"
The blond finally put me down, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry, Nico, I didn't realize .  . ."
The girl looked at me, her brown eyes shining with a mixture of depression and anger, mostly depression. "If you're joking, I swear to the gods, I will punch you, feel bad about it, and apologize a million times."
"I wish I was but I'm not." I said, nearly in tears from being so frustrated with nothing I could do.
A blonde girl with an orange Camp Half-Blood shirt with a Pegasus on it came in, and I got a little intimidated, especially since she had a dagger.
"W-whoa, what's _that_ for?" I asked, pointing to the blade.
She looked at me weirdly. "You know I always-"
"Uh, babe?" The guy asked. "He's got amnesia."
Shit, he's not gay.
Maybe he's bi? Pan? Hopefully.
She looked at the guy, to me, then back over to him. "If this is some sort of prank, Perseus Jackson I swear I will bury your body in the woods."
"So your name is Perseus?" I asked the guy.
Perseus sighed. "It's going to be a long day."

There will probably not be a part two.