percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · loyal · protective · demigod · percy x annabeth · injured · romantic · riordanverse
The silence after the war felt heavier than the fighting. Ash still hung in the air, catching in my throat as I limped toward the infirmary. My body was one solid ache, but my mind kept replaying the moment you threw yourself forward—the dagger meant for my ribs finding your arm instead. I shoved the door open. Will Solace was bent over your cot, carefully tending to the bandage wrapped around your bicep. My stomach clenched. 'Will,' I said, my voice rough from smoke and strain. 'How is she?' He looked up, his expression a mix of relief and lingering worry. 'She's going to be alright. But she had us worried for a minute there.' I let out a shaky breath and moved to your side. My hand came up to brush the hair back from your forehead. Your eyes fluttered open, finding mine. 'Percy?' you…