...Hey guys... So, I'm sorry for not updating in a while... and- I'll just go out and say it. I'm abandoning this. I know, I know, I feel really bad for doing this, but I don't really feel... motivated anymore, for lack of a better word. I also will not end up writing the "Separated by a Veil" trilogy. I have so many ideas, but I don't feel like writing them out. I doubt I'm ever actually going to come back to this. And if I do, I'll definitely be rewriting it. Because of that, this is up for adoption. If you want to adopt it, drop a review or send me a PM and I'll get back to you. If you want to know what's going to happen, once more, send me a PM and I'll gladly tell you. To give you guys something though, here's the beginning of the next chapter I was writing, that never got finished...

-Lauren Swan

Disclaimer: Are the clouds purple? Is the Blood of Olympus not anticlimactic? No? Then do you think I own the PJatO and HoO series'? (Hint: I don't)

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"Annabeth! ANNABETH!"

I woke up with a start, feeling sweat all over my body. My lips felt sticky, and when I brought my hand up to them, I felt... blood?

I went to go ahead and sit up, only then realizing the disgusting feeling all over my body as nausea. It looked like I had somehow fallen to the ground sometime during the night, and my body felt sore, like someone had taken a battering ram and threw it at me. Multiple times. I felt my hand drop to the ground out of sheer exhaustion, but I felt something strangely warm and thick covering it, something that smelled like... vomit. As soon as I recognized that, I tilted my head to the side, wanting to throw up again, when I felt somebody grimace and carefully put their hand behind my neck, taking care to make sure that I didn't fall into the pile of bile... and what smelled like urine.

I closed my eyes, hoping that this was a dream, hoping that the Annabeth Chase hadn't made a complete fool of herself in front of... whoever was calling my name. I could already imagine the tabloids:

Annabeth Chase: The Shocking Scandal
Annabeth Chase: Pregnant or not?
The Mental Breakdown: Annabeth Chase

I took a breath before looking up to meet my savior's eyes, before blanching in surprise and making a surprised yelp in the back of my throat.

"Thank the gods Annabeth. Thalia would kill me if something happened to you." Percy sighed in relief. "What happened?"

I gasped, my mouth opening and closing, like a fish's. "I- um- how did you get in here?" was what came out of my mouth.

Percy smiled nervously, like he was expecting me to yell at him. "I heard screaming from the house. I figured I should probably come in to check on you. Piper gave me a spare key to the house in case of an emergency."

Finally finding my voice, I glared up in his general direction - I couldn't concentrate my eyes, so he just looked like a misty blob with green dots on his face. "You entered my house? What if I was screaming for anoth-" My voice cut off as I felt something rise in the back of my throat, and I turned my head to the side, only to make a gagging sound; it appears I had vomited up all of my meal.

"Get out of my house!" I cried, forcing myself up into a respectable position. Percy just sat there, looking really uncomfortable, though I was pleased to see a flash of fear spark in his eyes. He was afraid of me. Good.

"Percy, if you don't lea-" My voice cut off again and I twisted to the side, coughing up blood.

"We need to get you to a hospital." Percy said, leaning forward to... kiss me?

I let out a cry and smacked his arm away, trying to stand before deciding it would be better if I sat. "Leave."

He let out an exasperated cry. "Do what you want, but I already called Thalia over. She should be here right about now."