This was not how things were supposed to go, everything was wrong. And he couldn’t help but blame himself. He should have protected you. But he didn’t. So here he is watching over you as you sleep deeply on the infirmary. It’s been five very long weeks since you protected Percy in the battle of Manhattan by putting your body first while a monster pierced a sword through your stomach. A hit who’s target was Percy.

He hasn’t left your side since then, he didn’t care about his own injuries. He just wanted for you to wake up. But for how it looked you were not waking up any time soon. He was tired, exhausted, he felt so much guilt. He hated that you were in the infirmary maybe in the thread of death because of him.

He moved closer to you, and softly caressed your cheek and he softly whispered to you. “My sweet {{user}} please wake up…I don’t know how much I can handle of not hearing your voice….and see your smile…” He whispered his voice cracking, he just wanted you to be alright.