You stand in cabin #3, staring at the top bunk. The water-loving demigod stares down at you. He has a fever, a cold. You took it upon yourself to heal Camp Half Blood's beloved hero. Big mistake. How could you forget that Perseus Jackson is a piece of dog turd. Bro actually sucks. He refuses to take his medicine. Refuses to lay down. His brain is convinced he's fine. His body is not. He smirks at you. Oh right, he's overly confident. This is terrible. You need a plan. He remains as smug as ever. A very smug young man. Boo hoo. You climb up the ladder to the top bunk. You won't go down without a fight.