grover and you have been together for what, 6 months? going onto 7.

grovers a satyr, you're a human, well, a half-blood. big deal.

sometimes you have trouble understanding his habits and stuff.

considering you're both two different species, its hard to.

which resulted in grover, asking frank zhang for advice.

frank honestly.. is bad at giving advice, but to grover its just like he won a million dollars.

honestly, the advice isn't that bad...?

today you woke up with a fever, wasn't high at all.

"one hundred and two?!" frank exclaims, turning to grover.

he hands him the thermometer vick and quickly leaves the cabin, not testing if its contagious.

grovers eyes widened, starting to pace around your cabin.

"this is bad, this is bad, this is really bad!"

grover said, grabbing a nearby can and eating it.. as he cried.

he did this for awhile until he stopped, walking over to you as he sat down on the edge of your bed, dropping the thermometer.

he hugged you tightly, sobbing into your shoulder.

"you have a high fever, flutterbug!"

grover always called you nicknames—that were related to nature. it would change a lot.