Nico's P.O.V.

"Percy, I'm telling you something's wrong." I whined.

I was trying to explain to Percy that something was wrong with Max.

"I would know if something was wrong." Percy said calmly.

"Last time I spoke to her, she was talking about Chaos rising." I insisted.

As I said this, the door to Percy's cabin flew open and Chiron burst in.

"Where's Max?" Chiron asked.

"Missing." I told him.

"Princess Diana came here looking for her." Chiron explained. "Apparently she didn't turn up at the place she was meant to go after school yesterday."

"I told you something was wrong." I said to Percy.

"What do you mean?" Chiron asked.

"We've been talking." I explained. "She asked me to see if Chaos was still locked up. He wasn't."

"We must go to the princess." Chiron decided.

With that, we ran out and to the big house. The princess was pacing on the deck, talking into a phone. She was dressed in her Wonder Woman outfit. When we reached the deck. She got off her phone.

"They found her." she said, sadly. "But she has been exposed to a lot of kryptonite. The doctors are worried she won't survive."

I looked at Percy, who was tearing up. I put my hand on his shoulder, hoping to comfort him. I understood how worried he was.

"Can we see her?" I asked.

"Not yet." she said sternly.

"Please." Percy pleaded, a tear rolling down his cheek.

She just looked at us.

"I have never seen such worriedness in a human man." she said.

"What's that meant to mean?" I asked.

"Superman is the most caring man I have meet." she explained. "You come second."

She looked at how worried we were.

"I'll see what I can do." she smiled.

Max's P.O.V.

When I woke up. The first thing I noticed was the oxygen mask on my face. I felt a needle in my arm. I looked over and saw a dripper in my arm. There was people talking at the end of my bed. I couldn't tell what was going on, but I knew I wasn't well. I still felt tired, and sick. But worst of all, I could still feel the kryptonite rays.

"She's awake." someone said.

Someone came over and held my hand. It felt good having a friendly hand in mine, even if I didn't know who it was.

"How do you feel?" the person next to me asked.

"Terrible." I croaked, my thoat very dry. "Where am I?"

"Sick bay on the Justice League space station." he answered.

"Where's the kryptonite?" I croaked.

"What do you mean?" he asked suddenly confused.

"I can feel kryptonite." I repeated.

Whoever was sitting next to me told someone else, and some sort of scanner came into the room. After a few seconds, I felt my sock being ripped of, and a small gem fall onto the bed. There was a sudden panic as the gem was picked up and taken out of the room. As soon as the door shut, I could no longer feel the kryptonite. I still felt weak, and fell back to sleep.

The next time I woke up, there was someone holding my hand again. The hand felt smaller then the last, but still warm and friendly. I could still feel the needle in my arm, and the oxygen mask. I opened my eyes, and looked at who was holding my hand. It was Percy. He had red eyes, and tears rolling down his cheeks. He must have been so worried about me. Behind him was Nico, also looking worried and sad. I felt tears roll down my cheeks as I realised how much my family meant.

"Him guys." I croaked, trying to sit up.

The two boy looked up and saw I was awake.

"Max." Percy cried, pulling me into a bear hug.

We all cried in happiness that I was alright.

"Max." Percy repeated, pulling me out of the bear hug. "You almost died."

That comment hit hard.

"Chaos had some sort of spell on you that was slowly killing you." Nico explained. "And the kryptonite didn't help either."

"Where are they now?" I asked.

"Luthor and the Joker are locked up." someone said, at the end of my bed. "And Chaos is back in Tartarus."

I looked at were the voice had come from. Superman was sitting on a stool at the end of my bed. I smiled and cried. I was never so happy to see him.

"I thought I'd lost you." he said sadly. "We all thought that. Were just happy you're alive."

After two weeks in the Justice League sick bay, recovering from my attack. I was up and resuming light physical training. I no longer had to go to school, as Luthor and the Joker knew my secret, and might spread it. I was now doing missions with the Justice League ten months of the year, and Camp Half-Blood two months. I loved my life now, and I didn't want to change it.