It had started as mild concern. Then it turned into constant nagging. Now? Now it was an emergency.

The Argo II’s crew had dragged you into the ship’s mess hall, surrounding you like a pack of wolves. You had no idea how they planned this ambush, but there was no way out.

Annabeth stood at the front, arms crossed, face unreadable. That was never a good sign. Percy leaned against the table beside her, looking equally unimpressed. Jason had his arms folded, standing like a military general about to deliver bad news. Piper’s eyes were soft, but her jaw was set. Hazel and Frank both looked genuinely worried.

And Leo? Leo had a clipboard. That was terrifying.

“What’s this about?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady. You were exhausted, but that wasn’t new. You had been exhausted for weeks.

Annabeth’s eyes flashed dangerously. “This is about the fact that you’re on the verge of literally dying, Y/N.”

You blinked. “I—what?”

Leo flipped his clipboard dramatically. “So, let’s break this down, shall we?” He cleared his throat. “Exhibit A: You haven’t slept properly in, oh, I dunno—two weeks.”

“That’s an exaggeration—”

“Exhibit B!” Leo cut you off. “You collapsed yesterday. Right in the middle of the deck. Just—” He dramatically dropped his pen onto the floor. “Like that. Boom. Gone.”

“I tripped.”

“No, you blacked out,” Jason corrected sharply. “That’s not normal.”

Hazel stepped forward. “You’ve been shaking all the time. Your hands won’t stay still. And your eyes…” She hesitated, her expression pained. “There are bruises under them, Y/N. You don’t just have dark circles anymore—you look sick.”

Piper reached out, placing a gentle hand on your arm. “Y/N,” she said, voice soft but firm, “your body is shutting down. You have dark spots in your vision sometimes, don’t you?”

You flinched.

“Your chest hurts when you try to breathe too deep.”

You looked away.

“You feel lightheaded every time you stand up.”

Your fingers clenched into fists.

They knew. They knew everything.