Asclepius and I got reservations to some Chinese restaurant. This is my first time where I have ever eaten lunch with a god and that god doesn't want to kill me. He sips his tea like a normal being.

"I find tea fascinating it is good for your body and your soul." He pours me a cup.

"I'm good." I say.

"Please tell me how you're actually feeling. I'm the God of Healing, I need to know what my patient is feeling." He says.

"I'm terrified." I admit.

"I can't blame you. Having cancer is an earth-shattering experience." He says.

"It's not that." I say.

He looks up at me.

"I'm terrified because I keep hearing Takhisis' voice." I say.

His eyes widen. I bend over to him.

"I think I'm turning into a dragon. I feel this fire in me and it's growing." I say.

The food comes and he ordered five different types of dim-sums and several veggie dishes. That I don't really care about. 

"What's happening to me?" I ask.

"Something horrible, but rest assure I'm working on a cure." He says.

"Will I die?" I ask.

He lets out a breath.

"I don't know Percy Jackson. I don't know." He says.