it all happened, in this span of- what? 20 minutes? and it was fairly chaotic.

Grover: a successor of pan, a smart one at that, his best friend, Percy Jackson? not so much. he'd convinced Grover to take melatonin from the Hypnos cabin, mainly as a 'joke'. but satyrs and melatonin, don't mix.

he came limping (as usual, just worse.) to your cabin, knocking weakly, yawning ever so often, but it was late, and you were fast asleep. so he took it upon himself to walk in, close the door, and cuddle up close to you on your comfy counselor bed, thankfully you had your own room, as the oldest there in your cabin.

he clung to your waist, muttering something about enchilada's before falling asleep. night went by pretty fast, and to be honest, when you woke up, you weren't even suprised.

you rolled your eyes, getting up and making him a cup of hot tea, calling his name when you were done.