WASSUP PEOPLE

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Sorry if this is real short, I'm still getting back into writing

Y/N POV (Second person):

Sparring is easy. Well, with fellow campers, at least. With monsters, not so much.

"Dodge!" Will yelled from behind you. You rolled to the side, narrowly missing being bludgeoned by a cyclops' club.

"No shit, Sherlock!" You yelled back, readying your w/o/c again to strike. Suddenly, you're launched to the side, smacking into a tree. Damn it! You forgot about the damn hydra!

"Y/N!" Will screeched. You stood up woozily, grip on my w/o/c weak. "Are you okay?!"

"Yeah..!" You mumbled back, slashing at the hydra. By some twist of fate, you had managed to hit it's weak spot, sending it crashing to the floor. You stared at it for a few seconds, and chuckled weakly. "Huh. Cool."

Meanwhile, Will had shot the cyclops in the eye (just pretend he has archery powers), and was rushing over to you. You collapsed to the floor, clutching your ribs. You couldn't breathe properly, a rib was probably poking your lungs.

"Oh, gods-" Will's eyes scanned your body, searching for any other injuries. You were bleeding from the back of your head, with a large bruise forming on your forehead. Will started to hum one of Apollo's hymns to heal the small injuries. "Where does it hurt the most?"

"Lungs- can't- breathe-" you gasped. Every breath you took felt like a stab in your chest, which didn't help when you could barely intake air. Will's fingers ghosted over your chest, feeling the broken ribs. You winced as his fingers touched the break, notifying Will that that was the problem. 

"We have to get you back to camp," Will murmured, scanning the area for any more monsters. Thankfully, your quest was at it's end anyway, and you were close to camp.

You began to feel woozy, black spots dancing across your vision. 

"Y/n?" Will's voice was distant and echoey, like a memory. Your eyes began to shut, your body going limp.

"Okay, just rest."

Time skip, Will's POV:

It had been three days since the incident. I could tell that Y/n drifted in and out of consciousness, but was never awake enough to respond. Three ribs were broken, two on the left, one on the right, which were pushing on her lungs. Her head had been the first to collide with the tree, which had given her a concussion.

Suddenly, I heard a weak moan from Y/n's bed. My head whipped around, and I dashed to her side.

"Hey, hey. Y/n? Can you hear me? It's Will," I whispered. She moaned again, eyes blinked open. A smile crept onto my face. "There you are."

Y/n blinked at me, eyes instantly recognising me. She smiled too, albeit weakly. "Hi."

"Hey. You feeling better?" I asked, concerned. She nodded weakly, then winced.

"Guess not," I noted. "You have a concussion, and three broken ribs. I'm not surprised you're in pain. I'll grab you some ambrosia." I quickly ran to a cupboard beside my desk, grabbing a square of ambrosia and a cup of nectar. As I returned, I helped her consume them, and her eyes softened. "Feel any better?"

"Much, thank you," she smiled, more emotion in it now. I gently kissed her forehead.

"Thank's for not dying on me."

"Anytime."

BAHHHHHHHHHHHH THAT WAS SO BAD I'M SO SORRY

ANYWAY THIS IS MY SIGN TO SAY I'M STILL ALIVE.

(Please look at my announcement I need help ;-;)

ANYGAY BYE LOVE YOU ALL THANKS FOR STILL BEING HERE

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