*Annabeth pov*

I should have known that something was off with Percy, when he was acting the way he was at breakfast. He seemed uncoordinated and unfocused, it was like he was having an inner battle against something.

I was in the big house talking to Dionysus about the artifact the camper had found when Jason had come into the big house panting, and saying something about Percy being hurt. As soon as he had said Percy I had rocketed out of my seat and began running to the infirmary.

Percy was there on Chirons back, unconscious with his face scrunched up in pain. I started sprinting faster towards him when I say that. Frank lifted him off of Chiron back and ran to the infirmary, I ran after him and into the infirmary.

When I was finally running in pace with him I saw how bad Percy looked. It was even worse up close. His face was scrunched up in pain and his hands were curled up tightly, clenched in pain. It was like he was facing a invisible pain. We entered the infirmary, and Frank began shouting for Will.

Percy's eyes opened briefly, and from one look at them I felt like I was fading away. His eyes looked....sad.... He looked up at Frank and let out a small, weak laugh, and that was all it took to send Frank into hysterics. Percy's eyes slid closed as Frank shouted for Will.

Will runs in, and when he sees the state that Percy's in he immediately calls for a stretcher. Two of Apollo's children come into and load Percy onto a stretcher before running off. Will asks Chiron about what happened before quickly dashing off after them, as soon as he heard the symptoms.

All I did was stand in shock. I couldn't believe any of this was happening. No, I wouldn't believe any of this was happening. I felt my world crumble around me. Percy was hurt, and I couldn't do anything about it. I sunk to my knees and sobbed as I came to a realization.

I cant help Percy.