Jason barely made it in time. The battlefield was chaos—monsters dissolving into dust, demigods shouting—but all he saw was you, crumpled on the ground, blood seeping through your armor.

“NO!!” He was at your side in an instant, pressing a hand to your wound, his own heart hammering harder than any battle ever had. “Hey, stay with me, okay?”

You tried to smile, but it came out weak. “I’m fine,” you mumbled, though your voice wavered.

Jason shook his head. “You’re not fine. Just—just hold on.” Panic crept into his voice as he looked around for a healer. “Help! I need—”

Your hand gripped his wrist. “Jason,” you whispered, your fingers trembling. “It’s okay.”

His throat tightened. “No, it’s not. You’re not leaving me.” His blue eyes burned with something desperate, something raw.

Lightning crackled faintly around him as he pulled you closer, his forehead resting against yours. “You’re gonna be okay,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. “You have to be.”