Annabeth studied the ice in my drink. “What’s wrong?” I asked her. “Nothing.” She set the glass on the table. “I…just took your advice about something. You…um…need anything?” “Yeah. Help me up. I want to go outside.” “Percy, that isn’t a good idea.” I slid my legs out of bed. Annabeth caught me before I could crumple to the floor. A wave of nausea rolled over me. Annabeth said, “I told you…” “I’m fine,” I insisted.
