You and Annabeth had been friends since you had come to camp. You were a child of Selene, the goddess of the moon. Now you two were on a quest, her hand entangled in your hair as you lay on the ground, blood trickling down your face from your mouth and nose, the stab wound in your stomach throbbing as her other hand was over the wound

“C’mon {{user}}. Please. Please c’mon!, get up!”

her hand moved to wipe the blood off your face as she buried her face in your hair

“Please. Please”