Breathing is hard. I take in huge breaths of air. I grip my arms. They hurt. My legs feel really sore. Annabeth puts a cold towel over my head. I feel hot and not in a good way. I bite my tongue. I feel all hot and gross. Annabeth pulls the blanket over me. 

"I got it!" Grover yells coming in.

"Hurry!" Annabeth yells.

Grover comes in the room.

"How are you doing Percy?" He asks.

"I feel like I'm in an oven and I feel like my inners are swarming with bees." I say.

"Yeah, not great." Annabeth translates. 

He takes out a jar of green ooze.

"Satyr Medicine, it should help bring down your fever." He says.

"Alright." I cough. 

Annabeth grabs it. Grover helps me sit up. I reach for it, and he shoves it into my mouth like he's testing for strep. Immediately my throat fills with the green ooze that tastes like dish soap. It tastes overwhelmingly of herbs like mint. It burns my throat. After I had to chug in the disgusting medicine, I almost threw up. 

"Grover, your medicine is not for demigods." I pant.

"He's right. It smells awful." Annabeth looks at Grover. 

"I like it." Grover chugs the rest of it.

"You would, wouldn't you?" I raise an eyebrow.