You were on a quest with Annabeth, Grover, and your enemy, Percy. Rather than going out and fighting monsters, you were trapped inside a blanket and sneezing every 5 seconds. It had been raining and Annabeth had to go out and get some supplies. She had taken too long, and you were starting to get worried. Impulsively, you had ran out after her. Unlike her, you didn't have anything to cover you from the harsh weather.

Unsurprisingly, you had caught a cold. You were so stressed about setting the 4 of you back a day, and Percy (unlike his usual self) was being so gentle with you and handling you like glass. You were starting to warm up to this side of him. "Do you feel any better?" His head tilted slightly and his face was painted with concern