~Requested~

Andrew's heart was beating abnormally fast, his hands were shaking as he bounced his leg up and down, Sally Jackson sat beside him equally frightened.

Percy Jackson was currently undergoing surgery, in the Hospital of New York, guess this is what happens when you get jumped by three Minotaurs jump you at once and the mortals think it's three wild dogs, and then proceed to get hit by a car.

He wanted to rush in and feed her some nectar and Ambrosia, and make sure she was alright.

But of course, the Gods were stopping him, literally.

The light on the door changed, and moments later a doctor came out of the room, Sally rushed towards her, while Andrew found himself unable to move, his eyes were closed tight as he prayed to all the Gods that nothing bad had happened to Percy.

"Should wake up in a day or two."

He heard the doctor speak, he felt relief flood in his body.

That was three days ago.

Percy was still asleep and hadn't woken up once, he should know he hasn't left her side once. And every time visiting hours would get over he would use his cap and sit quietly till he knew the coast was clear, he had memorized the timetables of every doctor and nurse who was in charge of Percy.

He had been caught the first night he was there, because a nurse woke in to check on the girl, when she caught Andrew sleeping next to the girl his face buried in her neck and his arms around her waist scared of letting go.

Her heart melted at the sight of them, it was not always that she saw young love as pure as this, these were those special rare cases. She agreed to let him stay the night but told him this was only a one-time thing, but how could you expect him to fall the rules?

He didn't trust anyone there.

And he had been correct. He had left her side for two minutes to use the washroom, and Percy had disappeared.

And he saw the markings of the Cyclops.

He clenched his jaw and glared darkly at the empty bed.

He was going to kill them all.

Percy groaned. She felt abnormally hot, and she realized she was tied up, and other sides hurt probably from being hit by that car. How long had she been out?

"Yummy- food will be ready soon."

The color drained from her face.

Cyclops. The ones that hated the Gods.

But before she could react she had slipped back into the darkness.

Andrew stared ahead at the abandoned building where Percy was, along with the Cyclopes, he had convinced the Hecatie campers to trace the current location of where the love of his life was. Desert privileges meant nothing to him.

He crept inside slowly, careful to not make a single noise. when he heard the laughter of two Cyclopes. He was going to kill them all.

The colour from his face drained when he saw Percy being tied and roasted as if she was a menace of meat.

The fire hadn't affected her. Yet.

And he was thankful for that.

Let's just say all hell broke loose.

Percy groaned, she blinked and then saw the blurry image of the blond curls that belonged to Andrew, he was pressing her chest and it seemed like he was shaking in worry.

"Wake up!"

"Andy?"

The boy froze and stared at the girl who lay on the ground, he was covered in golden dust.

He gripped her face.

"What happened?"

"You weren't breathing!" He yelled out staring at her as tears of joy escaped his eyes.

He leaned down and kissed her softly.

The girl who was still half-conscious kissed him back as much as she could, before passing out again.

This time when she woke up she was in the comforts of her bed, with Andrews's head in her chest, and his arms wrapped around her waist in a protective manner.

The girl smiled softly and kissed him on top of his head before falling asleep again.