ALWAYS FAKING THOSE INJURIES

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being the head leader of the infirmary cabin was not easy for you. thanks to a certain raven-haired boy, he didn’t help either. although he had the ability to heal his wounds through the water, he still always came to you. he usually came every three days of the week with very small injuries, like a paper cut, or maybe a small splinter. nonetheless he was there today, seeking for your help.

“is this how you treat all your patients? bleeding and dying??”

percy whined out, yet you still continued to work on organizing the messy medicine cabinet.

“only to certain boys named perseus jackson.”

you replied to the boy who held his finger out and was being over exaggerating. however you still walked over to him to attend his wounds. you grabbed a bandaid to cover his so called “cut”. just as you were about to place the tan basic bandaid, he waved his hands infront of you while shaking his head in quick and worry.

“i want the captain america one!”

you rolled your eyes and grabbed the marvel bandaid box to search for the stupid bandaid he wanted.

“of course, you act like a child, you get a children bandaid.”

you stated as you placed the bandaid he so begged and wanted right on top of the sulken boys’ imaginary wounded finger. ᯓ★

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