Uneven ground, a formidable enemy for anyone. You were just enjoying yourself while doing some training exercises when your ankle rolled. So now, here you were, limping all alone to the infirmary. Getting hurt was no big whoop for a demigod, so no one bothered to help you. You had scratches from the fall that stung, but the nauseating pain from each step drowned it out.

Will, your boyfriend, was restocking some supplies while on his shift at the infirmary. It was pretty calm right now, just a few campers in the beds. He heard footsteps and turned around, spotting you.