”lord, show me how to say no to this— i don’t know how to say no to this…”

again?

as a child of apollo, it was your job to heal the people that come to the infirmary. one in particular always came… percy.

he could just go for a dip in the lake and he’d be completely healed, but he much rather preferred to go to you.

so, again, percy sat on the bed in the infirmary, waiting for you to heal him, with that charming, no, stupid grin on his face.