“You alright?”

Sadie questioned as she tightened the bandage on your knee. The Daughter of Hermes was crouched up in front of you while you sat on the side of your bed as Sadie tended to your wounds.

A not-so-great perk of being a half-blood is that you get injured by whatever that’s trying to kill you. In your case: a Minotaur.

“Other leg up.” Sadie ordered.