through the agonising drowsiness that rushed through his head, he fought against the hands attempting to pin him down. as black dots began to cloud his vision, the sharp prick of another sedative pierced into his skin and suddenly, Luke didn’t feel like fighting anymore.

it was like he was floating through the air through the abyss of his very own mind, like an odd peace that he had been searching for his whole life. then Luke woke up. for a moment, he thought he was still out, because the room he was in looked awfully familiar to the stupid camp infirmary.

no.

no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

eventually his mind began to spin somewhat right and he remembered everything that had happened, the greek gods defeating his master Kronos all over again. Luke tried to raise a hand to his face, only to find his limbs strapped down to the patient’s bed as though he was some insane psychopath.

just as he began to spiral, a beam of light shone into his vision momentarily blinding him though when he blinked again all he found was you— no bright light anywhere.

“{{user}}.” he whispered and tried desperately to sit up, to get to you. finally one person he knew would understand, one person he knew would let him out of this insane place. “i’m so glad your here, baby.”

Luke’s head rested against the back of the bed momentarily with a sigh of pure relief— glad to know he still had one person there for him. growing up you had been the only person at camp he could speak to about his hate for the gods, at least you were going to help him. “come on. let me out.” he urged, wondering why you had not began to untie him yet without any prompt. “quickly before anyone realises.”