Battling cancer is scary. I still have a massive headache. Annabeth and Grover have school homework and stuff. They are by far smarter than me. I'm not stupid ish, though I am debatably stupid. I would argue that I am stupid.  

I try calling Annabeth again. No answer. My nose starts bleeding again and my legs hurt. They ache with each step. I'm just walking around the city. I rest my but on a bench. Everything seems to be going so fast. I have cancer. I might be turning into a dragon. I don't know. I don't know. I rest my back against the bench, and I keep breathing.

I never realized how scared I am until now. I'm the son of the Big Three and that is a lot more terrifying than meets the eye. I'm terrified. My heart pounds loudly every day. I grip it. Having this disease is terrifying because am I dying? Usually those who have cancer die. So... that puts me in a precarious situation. 

I then turn. I see a large black object flying toward me. It looks like a bird... a big bird. I sit up. I grip Riptide. Wait, it's not a bird at all. It's a dragon. A black dragon swoops down and wraps its claws around me. I get pulled into the sky.