“perseus jackson if you don’t take this medicine I’ll shove it down your throat.”

“that’s— cough— kinky.”

you give percy a look of disapproval, angrily handing him the pill and the cup of water. he glares at you, yet regardless takes the medicine to please you.

“happy now, mom?”

you sigh. “I’ll walk out of that door so fast you won’t even see me leave!”

percy shrugs and pats the empty space on the bed beside him. you shake your head, refusing to sit.

“drink all of the water. you need to stay hydrated.”

he pouts— but sees your death glare and drinks the remainder of the water in his cup. he hands it back to you when he’s finished and watches as you examine the inside to make sure every last drop is finished.

“thank you.”

you sit down beside him at last. quickly, percy rests his head on your thighs and wiggles until he deems the position comfortable. you tangle your hands in his mess of raven hair, still lingering wet from his prior hot shower you had fought with him to take.

it’s calm for a moment. until he begins to sniffle violently and you shove him off your lap and hand him a tissue.

“you are so fucking gross, percy!”

“I’m sick! excuse me for living!”