Of course this would happen.

You, being a demigod, were on a quest, trying to retrieve something your godly parent had lost.

Things went bad quickly when you had lost your two questing companions somewhere, and were now in a cave, sitting against the rocky and sharp edged wall, having a broken leg, and trying to catch your breath.

Your vision blurred, spots dancing in your eyes from the blood loss. Your head felt heavy, like all the blood in your body had rushed to your ears.

You blacked out.

When you wake, you seem to be in the arms of a tan, tall, blonde man, looking down at you, holding you in his lean yet strong arms. His face was nearly shaven, and his eyes were a striking teal as he looked down at you. His hair was curly, blonde, and looked soft. You wanted to reach your hand out and touch it, but you were too weak.

"Hello?" The man said, a worried smile on his face, his teeth white as pearls. "Oh, good, you're awake."