"Can't you like... heal yourself?" Percy felt busted. The son of Poseidon didn't think you would be aware of his ability to heal himself with water..., but here you stood anyway, a questioning look on your face as you carefully cleaned blood and grime off of his freckled face.

Of course, you knew, Percy mentally slapped himself at his stupidity. It's just that boy had a teeny tiny crush on you..., and how else were he to get close if not by basically forcing you (all in good intent) to take care of him. As a child of Apollo, it was in your ability to heal others.

"I- uh... no?" he cringed internally. his answer sounded more like a question than anything else...