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Drew's POV

Despite the unbearable pain that I was going through, I eventually lost consciousness with two figures approaching me as my image before passing out.

As soon as I fell asleep, I started having a dream. And as far as I know, demigod dreams were never a good sign. Most of the time, demigod dreams come true, and they were rarely ever good.

Unlike the other dreams that I've had, I couldn't see anything. I could only hear voices.

"…you fool! This wasn't the one we were after!" A voice that sounded like a monster's bellowed, "Look now, the demigod's regaining consciousness. Why couldn't you just follow proper orders? We wouldn't be having this problem if you did!"

"…urgh, who are you? What did you do?" I heard a familiar voice shout in anger and worry. I couldn't pinpoint whose voice it was, but I definitely knew the person.

In return, I heard a low growl, which almost sounded like a laugh. "Oh young demigod, you're not supposed to be here, but with your capture, we will definitely lure our target. Until then, we'll just wait and have our fun with you."

My dream ended with evil laughter and a shout for help. By the time I woke up, I was lying down on a bed with all my wounds patched up. Someone must have fed me in my sleep(A/N: Is that possible? ;o), because my body was feeling a lot better than it had a while back. It looked like it was the middle of the night, because when I looked outside, it was pitch black outside, with only torches illuminating the darkness.

I finally realized that I was not alone here when I tried to get up. Since it was the middle of the night, I assumed that everyone was asleep(aside from whoever was on patrol), but when I tried getting up is when I first realized that there was a head rested near my leg (I bumped into it).

"Mmmmmm…" The person by my bed groaned. The voice was male, and he sounded very tired. He probably just woke up, because until now, he didn't make a sound. Also, something else about his voice seemed very similar.

I saw the figure slowly get up, but due to the very dim lighting, I could only make out his silhouette.

"Who are you and why are you here?" I asked. It came out a lot harsher than I meant it to.

I saw the figure wince, which I hoped wasn't because of me, but still replied to me in a cheery voice. "You're up! It's me, Jason, I'm the one you introduced to Camp when I first arrived? Son of Zeus? You remember me right?" Toward the end of his ramble, his sounded more worried and desperate than happy.

"Oh yeah, definitely." I said dismissively. I knew who he was, but because of Piper, I had to keep my distance. I couldn't afford to get close to him.

"That's good. I'm relieved." He replied while turning on the light post next to the table on my bed.

"Why are you here anyway? Shouldn't there be someone here to watch all the others here?"

For a moment, it looked as if it was hurt, but I must've just imagined it, since it left as soon as it showed. "Oh yeah, Chiron told me I should watch you, since he was worried that you would try to run again. And about the others, there haven't really been any major injuries to Campers as of recent. All the ones who have been injured are staying at their cabins."

I nodded in understanding, but one thing bothered me. Why was it him of all people? I doubt Piper would consent to this. As much as she hated me, I'm pretty sure that she'd rather watch over my well-being than me being alone with Jason. She was pretty confident, but at the same time, she still had insecurities.

"Sounds reasonable, but why you? Shouldn't someone who's more medically trained be watching me instead of you? Plus, I'm not badly injured, why can't I stay in my cabin?" I replied, I know I sounded mean, but I couldn't let myself be weak in front of others. Especially since it was him. I'd rather be with my cabin in humiliation than be stuck with him, especially since he was growing on me.

"Well, about that…" He replied nervously while rubbing his shoulders.

It didn't look like he was going to finish answering me, so I spoke again. "Whatever, forget about it. But since I'm not planning on going anywhere anytime soon, can you please let me go? Or at least let me be alone."

This time, he didn't bother covering up the hurt on his face or his voice. He let out all his emotions on him. Despite looking pained, he still looked as handsome, if not more, as when I first took notice of him. "I don't know why you're being so mean, I know you're known as the ice bitch, but still. I saved you, and I waited patiently by your side hoping and worrying that you'd be fine, but all you do is push me away and treat me like trash. I can't leave you alone, but the most I can do for you is wait in front of the door."

After his outbreak, I was left speechless. There was nothing I could say to him in reply. I just watched him walk to the door with a shocked expression on my face. I assumed that he'd saved me, but I never really thought that he actually cared. I thought he was just one of those who was sent because he was obligated. But he actually cared; I didn't know how to react to this because no one's ever genuinely cared for me. I had a lot to think about while I was alone.

Jason's POV

After my outburst, I started walking toward the door without bothering to look back at Drew's reaction. Once I shut the door, I immediately felt guilty afterwards. I mean, I called her a bitch, which I've never even said before a few seconds ago. It was even worse since I said it to someone I cared about, someone who probably heard this kind of thing every single day. I didn't be want to be one of them. From the beginning, I knew Drew had a soft spot for me, and I did not want to spoil that.

'Well, it's too late for that, stupid. You saw the look on her face. What makes you any different from everyone else? You're just as bad as the rest of them.' I thought to myself. Just thinking of it made me feel light-headed.

I slumped down leaning my back against the wall and started to think deeply. I messed up with Drew greatly. But then, another part of my mind was telling me that I did nothing wrong. It was telling me that she deserved it. She was being unnecessarily mean, and deserved to be shut down. I realized what I was thinking, and was disgusted with myself. I couldn't think that of her, even if she was mean for nothing, she was still another human, a demigod at that, who had to deal with problems. Maybe this was all she knew.

I sighed, and decided to confront her about this. Not now, but in given time, when she was ready.


So, I think I've decided to just switch to each of their POVs in each chapter. This chapter was very confusing, but eventually it'll clear up…