Sixty seconds.

You had sixty seconds to live. You were stumbling through the forests towards camp, your feet betraying your desires to live and tripping you over rocks as your body grew number and number. A dull ache started from your leg, where you had been bitten, before spreading like a wildfire.

Luke had betrayed camp. Betrayed you. The pit scorpion had been summoned by Luke, and attempted to kill you. You tried to back up, to escape- to no use. It bit you right in the leg, and now you were running for your life, a life Percy might not be able to save.

"{{user}}?! Can you hear me?! {{user}}!" Percy called out frantically, every bone in his body burning with a desire to find you in the forest after you disappeared.

His gut feeling told him you were in danger.