Percy was freaking out. It wasn't that big of a deal. But it kinda was.

You, his girlfriend, also a daughter of Apollo, was terribly sick. Which is definitely not the first time. You get sick nearly every other week, which is ironic.

And everytime you're sick, Percy freaks out. He tries his hardest to help you and get you back to normal. It's just so hard, he pampers you as he doesn't really know any other way.

He'll force your half brother, will, to tell him how to take care of you. But still, most of the time he just applies to your needs and stays by your side.

He was wetting a rag to put on your forehead, per advice from will, as it was just a common fever. Though, he was still very panicky. That was obvious, you could see it in his eyes.

He walks to tour cabin, quietly opening the door to not disturb you if you were sleeping. Which you probably weren't, but he just wanted to be cautious.

There he saw you, curled up in the corner of your bed. Half of your body was out from under the covers, and the other half was covered in layers of blankets.

Definitely sick, Percy came to that conclusion very easily. When you heard his foot steps, you immediately jumped up before relaxing again.

He walked over to you, sitting down ok the edge of your bed as he pushes strands of your hair away from your face.

Gods, you're so beautiful even when you're sick. This is terrible, he just wants to kiss you but he can't. You wouldn't let him, because you're sick.

He puts the wet rag on your forehead, in attempt to soothe you. A concerned smile on his face as he spoke, "{{user}}? How are you feeling?"