Jason's POV

     I didn't even know what was happening. I couldn't process it for the life of me, no matter how many times I replayed the scene in my head.

     Percy had showered. He got out a started to fix his hair. He looked over at me and his eyes immediately glazed over. A couple minutes later, while I was consoling him by rubbing his shoulder blades and stomach, something Thalia did for me when I was really little, he collapsed to the floor, looking the worst I've ever seen him look. I ran over and made sure he hadn't obtained any physical injuries before calling Nico, Thalia and Piper over, frantically trying to tell them everything that happened through a panic attack that was taking over all my senses. Then he started bawling his eyes out, though he still appeared to be unconscious. After a few more minutes of me explaining, his eyes opened. His face had been drained of all color and he was still crying.

     Nico had rushed over, talked to him, and started to sooth him. Then I picked him up, he screamed, he went unconscious again and we rushed him here. And here we are, three hours later, waiting for final results from Will.

     Nico had eventually calmed everyone down, which I think surprised all three of us, and we were all quietly talking in the room Percy was in, though there was a curtain around his bed. No one could bear to look at him in such an awful state.

     Honestly, Nico seemed to be in the worst condition out of the four of us. Really all he had was his sister, Percy and Will. Now that his sister is gone, and him and Will had broken up, all he had was Percy. Yet he had still consoled all of us and kept us sane when Percy was unconsciously sobbing and screaming.

     After another half hour or so, Nico slowly stood and walked over to Percy's bed, pulling the curtain aside and shutting it behind him. His feet vanished from views under the curtain, and a few minutes later I could hear soft sniffles.

     I often had to remind myself how fragile Nico really was. He did such a good job pretending to be so tough and putting up walls that I find myself forgetting that he's technically still almost three years younger than most of us, with an even more shitty life than most the kids at camp.

     Once I started to hear the soft crying, I looked at Thalia and Piper before standing, walking out of the room quietly. I could hear them following behind me and shut the door behind us once we were all out.

     Another half hour until Will came by. "I've finally got it. We should go inside."

     We got into Percy's room and opened the curtain to get Nico. He was tucked tightly into Percy's side, his head resting on Percy's chest, one arm dropped over his stomach and the other propping him up. He had tear tracks going down his face, but his eyes were closed and he was no longer crying, obviously passed out.

     Deciding to let him sleep, I closed the curtain and turned to face Will, who grimaced as he shuffled through files. "Basically, as far as we can tell, he was suffering from a PTSD induced delusion. We're not sure what the delusion was, but they are often very damaging to a person. We have him pre-opted for therapy sessions in the city with a demigod therapist. The option of additional or stronger medications are also available if he wants or requires them."

     I flinched when I recalled all the medications already hidden in his cabinet but nodded. "Anything else?"

     Will thought for a moment before shaking his head. "No. When he wakes he is free to leave, since his physical health isn't bad enough to keep him, but I would feed him as much as possible."

     I remembered how he sucked in his already concave stomach when I was frowning at his ribs and knew that it was going to be a challenge but nodded. "Yeah, I will."

     Thalia and Piper looked like they were going to break down after Will left. "Our poor baby," Piper whispered, looking like she was going to cry.

     I immediately brought her into a hug right as she broke down, hugging me back tightly as she cried into my chest. Thalia did what she always does and always has done when she gets upset- she got all stone faced and mute, staring blankly at something across the room.

     I held Piper until she stopped crying, then gently set her down in a chair, making sure she was okay before moving over to Thalia. Her gaze didn't shift, but I could tell she knew I was there. I kissed her cheek briefly, hugging her before pulling away. Finally, I made it over to Percy and Nico.

     I sat on the side of Percy's bed next to where his hip was, placing a hand gently on his knee. He immediately sat bolt upright, his eyes flying open, naturally causing Nico to start awake as well. He yanked his leg away from me, scooting as far away from me as he could on his bed, staring at me with wide, terrified, broken eyes. "Hey hey hey, Percy, what's wrong?" Nico asked, naturally being concerned, wiping at his face to get rid of any tears.

     "Get away from me," Percy whispered, but it wasn't clear who he was talking to. Finally, his eyes locked with mine. "Leave me the fuck alone Jason. Go away." His words sounded harsh, but his voice was weak. He stumbled over his words, each one quavering like a leaf in a storm.

     "Percy, I don't know what you think I did," I whispered, scooting towards him slightly, "but I didn't do it." Wrong move.

     "LIAR!" He screamed, looking utterly terrified. "Get AWAY from me!"

     I could have sworn I could hear my heart shattering like glass just then and there, but fortunately Nico helped me out a bit. "Percy, shh, it's alright, okay?" He put a hand up where Percy could see it, and once he did, he rested it on top of Percy's. "Can you tell us what Jason did?"

     I wanted to speak up, to say 'Or what I didn't do,' but I knew I couldn't and kept my mouth shut.

     Percy shook his head. "No?" Nico questioned, squeezing Percy's hand gently. "Why not?"

     Percy just shook his head no again, scooting further away from me.

     "What if everyone but me leaves? Will you tell me then?" Nico asked quietly, rubbing circles into the back of Percy's hand.

     Percy bit his bottom lip and didn't answer for a while, but eventually nodded. "Y-Yeah. I-I-I would."

     Nico nodded. "Okay. Jason, Piper, Thalia; could you leave for a minute? Percy and I need to talk."

     For almost an hour we waited outside Percy's room anxiously. Screaming, crying, and consolations were heard, pleads for Percy to calm down, but nothing about what I did. Finally, the door opened, and Nico pissed. Percy was clinging to Nicos arm like a lost puppy, and it was obvious he had been crying.

     "I swear, if any of what he said is real, you're a dead man," Nico promised, his once gentle, burning ember and obsidian colored eyes burning with malice.

     "I can guarantee it isn't. I'm not even scared."

     Nico just scowled and grabbed my arm, dragging me inside the room and sitting me down in a chair. Percy still clung to Nico, his bottom lip trembling slightly. Nico stood in front of me, his arms crossed.

     "Lie and you're a dead man. If this is true, you're a dead man. I don't care whose son you are, you WILL be dead. Understand?" Nico threatened, and for the first time, I felt sincerely scared of Nico. I nodded.

     "Basically, if we're assuming you did do this, you sexually assaulted him." It was probably obvious that I was going to burst into protest because Nico held his hand up to silence me. "Listen. Don't speak."

     I grit my teeth but leaned back in my seat and nodded.

     "In summary, what he thinks happened is you were... Eyeing him? And his immediate reaction was to suck in his stomach. So far, true or false?"

     "Mostly true, but I wasn't eyeing him, I was frowning at his ribs. As soon as he looked over at me, his eyes glazed."

     Nico didn't Express any emotion about my answer, which made me scared. "Then you went over to console him. True or false?"

     "True."

     "You consoled him by massaging between his shoulder blades and touching his stomach."

     "True."

     "Your hand went to his lower back."

     "False."

     Nico studied me and apparently determined that I was telling the truth and continued. "You pulled away, leaning forward and kissed his jaw."

     "False."

     "You ran your tongue along, bit, or sucked his jaw and/or ear and/or neck."

     "False."

     Percy still was clinging to Nico, but he was now holding Nicos hand, his knuckles white. "You..." Nico looked at Percy for a second, chewing at his lower lip. "You, erm, 'groped' him in the back?"

     "False." Both my and Nicos face went at least a little red out of embarrassment, but Percy remained looking unamused and scared.

     "So... I don't think he's lying Perce," Nico admitted, squeezing Percy's hand. I felt a course of jealousy flushing through me, but I ignored it best I could.

     "Will said that you were having PTSD induced delusions. I had my hands on your stomach and shoulder blades but you collapsed and went unconscious or glazed over or something." I stood, taking a step closer to Percy in the least threatening way possible. "I would never, ever do something like that to you. It was entirely a delusion or nightmare, I swear on the river of Styx that I would never, haven't ever, and will never do anything against that of which you wish intentionally."

     Percy hesitated in silence for a bit, but once he saw that I wasn't immediately turned into dust or blown to smithereens by a random lightning bolt ran forward and crushed me in a hug. I hugged him back, making sure to keep my hands in an area that couldn't make him uncomfortable. After a little bit, I heard him start to cry and held him closer, gently shushing him in a soothing manner, running one of my hands along his shoulders and upper back, rocking my weight from foot to foot so that we were swaying slightly.

     "I-I'm sorry," he sobbed out, sounding so heartbroken as he clung to me like I were his lifeline. "I'm so sorry, I know it must make you feel like shit that I could even believe you would do something like that, I'm so sorry, I love you, I'm sorry."

     "Shh, Percy, it's alright," I whispered, still rocking him from side to side. "It's hard to tell things like that from reality, especially if you're going through a rough time. I don't blame you, and I'm not offended, I promise. Just know that I love you, alright?"

     Percy sniffled and nodded, still crying softly. I sat down, letting him curl up in my lap as he slowly cried himself to sleep while I held him as gently as I possible could, luring him gently into sleep.

Authors Note

     So Amber (FallDown5) didn't give me a plot, just kinda shoved the story into my arms like "HERE YA GO, GOOD LUCK," so I'm kinda just winging it on the plot.
     Oh, also, Amber and I live in the same state, which is pretty cool 😂