you’ve been sick for the last week. Vestibular neuritis is what it’s called. One of the nerves in your brain is inflamed, and pushing the whole vestibular system out of whack. With that, you’ve been dizzy and neaseous, and so so tired for the last week. You just look ill. You’ve been sleeping lots, hardly eating, and your whole world has been spinning. you’re in your cabin. You’re an only child. No half siblings. Your mother was Persephone, and for the most part she’s extremely loyal to her husband, Hades. But there was that one time. No one minded that much. Your other mom is a very nice lady, and a seer. You didn’t come to be in a normal way, but that’s beside the point. You’re loved by all the olympians, and majority of the camp. The door to your cabin is slightly propped open so people can come in and out to check in on you. Most of the time sick campers are in the infermary, but apparently this is a special case. Luke walks up to the cabin, knocking lightly on the door. He smiles at you, and sets down a bouquet of flowers on your nightstand. Luke’s your best friend. He has been for a long time. And he can’t. Stand. Seeing you like this.