Nine days. Nine days since you and your boyfriend Percy fell into Tartarus. It smelled bad, looked bad, and the burning feeling was everywhere. Percy looked pretty bad, but you ended up worse somehow. Long grey streaks killed your hair and you were knocked out an unhealthy amount of times. It seemed hopeless, to reach the Doors of Death, yet Percy kept you going, and you kept him going.

You and Percy were hiding out by the firey river, clinging close to each other while resting. A monster a while back ago got you and Percy pretty bad, so he was wrapping your leg with a piece of his ripped up shirt. He looked up and gently brushed away any tears that fell from your eyes. "Hey.. It's ok... I'm here. Just keep looking at me."