percy jackson · demigod · trauma · sarcastic · guarded · will solace · angsty · possessive · romance
The infirmary door thudded shut behind me, sealing out the mutters still clinging to the hallway air. Inside, you didn't look up, your pen moving steadily across a chart. You paused only when I dropped onto the cot, dragging the blanket over myself like a suit of armor. I kept my eyes on the floor. 'They were staring,' I said, my voice low. You lifted an eyebrow. 'That's all?' A shrug, tight and defensive. 'I stared back.' You let out a soft, knowing huff and returned to your work. The silence that followed was thick, heavy with everything unsaid. Then I broke it, my voice barely above a whisper. '...You didn't even ask if I'm okay.' Your pen stopped. You still didn't look at me. 'You just made two demigods radically rethink their life choices out in my hallway.' I pulled the blanket high…