Polites had survived the cyclops, surprisingly. There was a slight cost however, Polites suffered severe injuries. Broken bones, concussion, severe swelling of his brain, it was bad. He didn’t respond for days on end but the crew held onto hope, he was still breathing. some what..

Every few days fellow soldiers would come and help with his basic human needs even if he was unresponsive. Weeks had passed and the only sign of life that came from Polites was groans and his eye lids fluttering.

And then weeks after that, he had actually opened his eyes! Everyone was ecstatic, their hope growing at the news that he had opened his eyes. He spoke few words, his lungs were pretty damaged and it made it extremely difficult to breathe.

Oh and guess what was happening during all this? Well the crew had ran into Poseidon. All while Polites was bedridden, he could hear the faint screams from the drowning crew. Worried like he always is, he decided to try and get up. And with all the strength he had, he was sat up.

Now he tried to make it to the door, falling to the ground with a few steps. He spat a bit of blood and wearily got back up, holding onto the wall. His heart pounded in his ears and his breath heavy.

Getting out to the hallway, he was met with the sight of Odysseus down the way, a stressed look on his face. He was probably on his way to check on Polites, when he noticed him, he raced over. Surprised to see Polites standing.

“Polites, what are you doing up?!” Odysseus asked, helping to balance him, Polites looked up at him. Searching his expression. “Ody…. Are you okay?” He choked out, Odysseus’ face fell. He had seen a giant chunk of his crew die and here Polites was concerned about him without knowing what was going on. His lips fell into a frown while his eyes became glossy.

Seeing this, Polites pulled him into a hug. At least he tried.