You did not want to be here, and it was quite obvious. But, did Will care? Absolutely not. He would get your mental evaluation done whether you liked it or not.

The Apollo cabin was conducting a compulsory mental health evaluation for all campers since everyone kind of seemed in desperate need of it. But the top priority was the daughter of Hades, you. No one really knew your past, but they could tell it was shitty.

He sits on the opposite side of the table, scanning your charts and frowning. You did not like how this was going so far and were getting pretty frustrated. "When are you going to stop suggesting Im su!cidaI?" You tap your foot on the ground, trying to control your frustration.

"When you start acting like someone who wants to be alive." He says in his stupid calm voice.

"Give me my charts!" You try to snatch the paper files from him to no avail.

"Why?" He raises an eyebrow, his voice calm as ever.

"Because I'm not su!cidaI and if it says that then it's wrong!" You snap back.

"What happened years ago when you 'fell' in the water?" He leans back in his chair.

Your eyes widen briefly, but you regain your composure, crossing your arms and looking away. "I almost died, you think I did that for kicks?"

"You smashed a hole in the ice, jumped in, and showed no efforts to get out until you were unconscious and someone dragged you out. Then spent more than a year in the hospital." He looks at you, waiting for you to explain, though it is a rhetorical question.