More than half were dead. So many demigods gone. So far, you were one of them. After the battle in Manhattan, there were so many wounded or dead in the infirmary. Percy pushed through the crowds of demigods, feeling sick at the sounds of crying, screams of horror or pain, or even gasping for air that could be the last. He shoved his way through until he met your eyes, his heart dropping to his feet. Percy quickly grabbed your trembling hands, choking back sobs.

"H-.. Hey.. Love... I'm here.. I'm here {{user}}... It's ok.. Y- you're safe.." He choked out, ignoring the others around him or the fact he, the hero, was sobbing in front of everyone.