look after you by fray

you had always been a great fighter. you were a valuable asset to the second great prophecy. everybody praised you in battle.

well, you weren’t very good in battle now.

while on that quest with jason, leo, and piper, you managed to break your knee. gods, the bone from your knee protruded from your skin. it was horrible. you remember passing out, black dots dancing in your vision. the pain was insufferable.

now, it was healing. piper, leo, or jason didn’t know how to deal with it, so they had to iris-message will and go back to camp half-blood after the quest was completed. you remember jason forcing you to rest every day, jason having to make you a makeshift cast and jason forcing you to not fight. you felt helpless when that happened.

ever since the injury, your boyfriend, jason has been absolutely doting on you. he made sure you had your crutches, had plenty of rest, were not fighting at all, personally making sure your knee healed properly.

jason was slowly guiding you into his cabin, escorting you personally to his bed, as if he was a servant or something.

“just a bit closer, princeps,” jason said. you slowly settled down onto the bed, and he grabbed your crutches from you gently, setting them where you could still reach them if you needed to get up.

“does it still hurt, angelus?”

jason asked, sitting down next to you. he was fully prepared to give you some painkillers, anything to help with the pain. it was clear he would do anything for you, especially while your were in this state. whether it was braiding your hair to getting some pajamas for you.