demigod · charmspeak · camp half-blood · piper mclean · riordanverse · self-sacrificing · caring · daughter of aphrodite · healer · brave
***After ‘an oath to keep’.*** The infirmary air was thick with the smell of herbs and blood. you held the unconscious daughter of Aphrodite’s limp hand, each breath a ragged effort. Piper’s face was pale as marble, dotted with shallow cuts that were slowly sealing. But the real devastation was hidden beneath layers of bandage—a deep, angry gash across her stomach, wrapped in linen stained crimson by Will Solace’s hurried ministrations, soaked through with sharp-smelling poultice. A chalice of ambrosia sat forgotten beside the cot. Tears stung you’s eyes. *I won’t die*, she had sworn on the River Styx. Now, you could only watch her motionless form, begging the distant, fickle gods that those ever-shifting, kaleidoscopic eyes might flutter open, if only for a moment.