"I need all hands on deck, right now! All medical!" Calypso was screaming into her watch, signaling all of the squads, at Camp Jupiter, on Olympus, and at Camp Half-Blood. "We have a Code Blue, I repeat, a Code Blue! Chaos is down!"

I scrambled to my feet, rushing towards my fiancé. "No, no, no!" I whispered, tears streaking my cheeks. He was barely breathing, and looked terrible. His chest was a bloody mess, with a few Darkling claws erupting from his flesh. His left arm was mangled so badly, there were chunks of muscle missing all up and down it, and the tears started pouring harder. "You idiot! You idiot! Chaos, I swear on Life and Death, I will kill you!" My voice rose to a scream.

"Order, medical is here, we need to leave him with Calypso." Gwen's hand was resting gently on my shoulder, pulling me away. "Let's go." She whispered softly, and turning around to face her, her bright purple eyes were dull, her face streaked with blue tears.

"I didn't know your tears were blue." I whispered defeatedly as she lead me away from the man I loved, the man who was dying. "What else about you is different? Sorry, that came off rude. You know what I mean though, right?" Anything to take my mind off of Chaos, anything.

Gwen chuckled softly. "I know what you mean Order. For starters, every pixie is different. None of us look the same, just like you humans. Although the human exception is identical twins, but they're still different people. Pixie's can have twins, but they're always fraternal or the identical ones are born with different colored hair and eyes. The color of our hair always matches our eye color, and our eye color determines the color of our tears. Hair and eye color can be similar between pixies, but nothing is the same shade. For example," She inhaled sharply, "my-my mother h-had brown hair and e-eyes, my father with a light purple." She explained, and I instantly picked up on the word had.

"Oh Gwen! I'm so sorry!" I whispered, and threw my arms around her, wrapping her in a hug the comforted both her and me. "I never knew."

"It's okay, Order. How could you know? I've never told anyone. Nobody knows my past, I dislike talking about it." Gwen paused and took a deep breath. "Anyways, we should get back to camp. We'll need to explain everything to all the non-medicals."

"Yeah." I mumbled, still in a daze. "Could you? I don't know if I can flash us both back safely, let alone myself."

"Yeah, of course, Order." Gwen smiled sadly, and offered her hand. I grabbed it, and closed my eyes.

We reappeared in the hallway of our makeshift cabin, and I excused myself to my room. As soon as I closed the door, I let the waterworks loose, my dam crumbling.

"Damit Chaos!" I swore, kicking the corner of the bed. Letting out a small yelp as pain shot through my foot, I clutched my toes and nursed them quietly, biting my tongue to keep myself from crying out again. "You're such a selfless idiot! You always have to go and get yourself hurt, you're turning me into a worried mess!"

Falling back onto my mattress, I buried myself beneath the duvet cover, tears staining the pillowcases. Grumbling more curses at Chaos, I fumbled to grab my watch from my wrist, pressing a few buttons. Luke's face appeared on the screen and I pressed call, praying that he would pick up. 

"Order?" Luke's voice was soft and soothing, and I let out a muffled sob. "Hold on, I'm coming." My watch beeped as he hung up, and I tore it from my wrist, flinging it across the room as I erupted into another fit of tears.

The good thing about Luke was that he recognized the fact that I needed him even without me telling him. Over the years he'd comforted me like he'd done when I was seven, calming me down when I was worried or upset. This time was no different. 

The bright flash of light alerted me to Luke's presence and I quickly held out my arms, burying my face in his chest as I cried. Bianca was standing behind him, a box of tissues and a glass of water in her hands. Her face was composed solemnly and her eyes glittered with unshed tears.

"Shh, Order, he's going to be okay." Luke reassured me, running my back soothingly. "Let it out, just let it out. He's going to be fine."

"B-but his arm." I choked. "Luke, w-what's going to happen to his arm?!"

"I-I don't know." Luke admitted. "It's nearly severed and-"

"Luke! That's not what she needs to hear right now!" Bianca snapped, running over and hanging me a tissue. "Listen, Order, he's going to be fine. His arm is going to be fine, we've got the best healers working on him right now. They're going to fix him up, good as new. No need to worry."

I nodded quickly, before falling backwards towards my bed, sitting down. Bianca and Luke sat down on either side of me, offering comforting words and rubbing my back soothingly.

I wanted to thank them for being there for me, for being there for Chaos. I wanted to thank them for always supporting me and my new fiancé, I wanted to thank them for being my friend.

But I couldn't. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't bring myself to even speak. I couldn't bring myself to open my mouth and utter a single word.

Because thoughts of Chaos plagued my mind. I'd seen what he'd looked like, it was absolutely awful. Hope was scarce in my mind, his arm would most likely be severed, like Luke had said. I could only pray to Life and Death that he'd be okay.

That my stupid seaweed brain would be okay.