You dropped to your knees next to Percy, immediately ripping your big, fuzzy winter coat, laying it over his crumpled body on the cold grass. The snow bit at your skin, the hairs on your arms sticking up, your teeth already chattering, but you had to do this.

Percy had been attacked by a monster when you were gone searching for water, a horrible gash on his leg. You heard his screams for help and came running back as fast as you could, but you hoped it wasn't too late. He chose you to go on the quest with him. He trusted you to help him do this. You couldn't let him down.

It was the middle of winter, and the sweat on Percy's skin already turning to icicles. His own jacket had been ripped up in the battle, in small shreds across the snow-covered ground, and you two forgot the backpack on a bus. You slid the sleeves onto his arms, trying to come up with a plan.

You knew it was no longer safe in the forest, since now there could be more monsters coming your way, so it would be better to get a move on, right?