Well, this wasn't going so well for Percy. He was in the midst of a Capture the Flag game at camp, when the son of Poseidon tripped. He had been running from Clarisse, the daughter of Ares who took pride and joy in making his life a living hell at camp.

He clutched his bleeding abdomen, blood staining his shirt as he sat on the rocky shore. Percy wanted to get to the water and heal himself, he really wanted to, but his limbs were numb and felt funny from the fall.

His orange Camp Half-blood shirt was slowly being soaked with blood, and he groaned in pain as he propped himself up on a rock beside the cliff he had mistakenly tripped off; the boy was clumsy by nature.

Oh shit. Percy thought when he looked up, and spotted you. His blue helmet had clattered to the ground beside him, a stark contrast to the red colors you were wearing.

Spotting the member of the opposite team, he fumbled for his sword with shaky hands, holding Riptide up defensively. His eyes were wide and a little scared, but he composed himself.

"H-hey.." Percy greeted awkwardly, pushing back the nervousness he was feeling.