Hey guys! This is a new Percabeth story I decided to do! Basically, Annabeth is paraplegic and can't walk. Percy is the best physical therapist on the East Coast. Pretty easy to remember.
Special thanks to to my beta AtlantaJackson95!
I know I said I would post this a while ago, but I wasn't realy feeling inspired and decided to wait until Mark of Athena came out. I'm so glad I did. SO INSPIRED NOW. Anyway, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy it!
I opened my tired eyes as my alarm clock went off. I was temporarily blinded by the daylight outside the window. My eyes adjusted quickly. Sighing, I rolled over as best as I could and hit the button. All that was heard was my quiet breathing and the sounds of New York outside of the small apartment.
I dragged myself into a sitting position and stretched my arms up to the ceiling. I went to stretch my legs out of habit, but stopped as sadness came over me.
I threw the covers off my legs and stared down at them.
My stupid, useless, paralyzed legs.
RING RING RING!
I jumped and fell out of the bed and hit the hard floor as my alarm clock woke me to a start. I groaned and sat up, holding the back of my head where it had hit the ground. I ripped the clock's cord out of the wallharshy. It immediately shut off. The quietness was nice change.
I stood up with another groan and rubbed where I fell on my back. Walking stiffly, I went over to my phone and checked the time.
It read 7:45.
I dropped the phone by accident, rapidly put some jeans on, grabbed the first shirt I saw, and slipped it over my head in less than 30 seconds.
I sprinted down the hallway, grabbing something to eat off the counter as I sprinted out of the apartment.
I am so late!
After going through the extremely difficult task of getting clothes on by myself, I rolled my wheelchair out of my bedroom into the bathroom and brushed my teeth, then pulled my hair into a ponytail.
After that menial task, I rolled into the kitchen of my extremely small apartment. I reached over the non-handicap counter to get a banana for breakfast. I stretched my arm out as far as it could, but I couldn't reach the bananas. I struggled in my seat to reach for it, but my legs, of course, would not cooperate. I tried one more time, but to no avail.
I sighed and rolled over to the drawer and took out a spatula. I rolled back over to the counter and used the spatula to push the bananas over to me. I took one and grabbed my house key before rolling out of my apartment.
I ran out of my car to the building as fast as I could. I opened the big glass doors that said Half-Blood Physical Therapy and rushed inside the building.
"You're laaaaaaate!" Juniper called in a sing-song voice as she flipped her hair at the front desk.
Juniper was a petite girl with brown hair and chlorophyll-green eyes. She was a good coworker, loved nature, and always wore a strange perfume that smelled like a Juniper bush.
Don't ask me how I know what that kind of bush smells like. Let's just say I was defending a kid from a bully in high school and it ended badly, and leave it at that.
"I know I know!" I waved her off as I ran up the stairs.
When I reached the second floor I dashed through the monotone-colored hallway, dodging equipment and people as they passed me by, giving me quizzical looks. The people, not the machines.
"Good morning Percy!" Mrs. Johnson said as I passed her.
"Good morning Mrs. Johnson!" I replied, slowing to a stop. "How's the knee doing?"
"Very well!" she answered, "But-"
"Percy Jackson!" I heard someone boom behind me.
I cringed and slowly turned around. Standing behind me was Thalia with her hands on her hips, looking murderous, spiky black hair and all.
Thalia wasn't the kind of person you'd expect to be a physical therapist. She looked like a thirty-year old punk, with spiky black hair, and black eyeliner framing her electric blue eyes. The makeup already looked scary, but now when she was trying to look that way, the glare she was giving me made my blood turn to ice, and my hair stand on end.
"You're late," she growled, advancing on me." Again."
"I'm sorry! You're the one who gave me the stupid defected alarm clock!" I defended myself.
She looked up at me and got in my face.
"That is no excuse. You are the best physical therapist on the East Coast. It's not just about you or us."
I was kind of scared. Okay, really scared.
"It's. About. The. Patients. "
She stared at me for a minute. Then she smiled and turned around.
"How'd I do?" she asked Grover, smiling.
"If it's even possible, you've become even more intimidating." he replied.
Grover was my best friend at this clinic. He was kind of scrawny, with curly brown hair and a 'Got Milk?' t-shirt that always smelled like a petting zoo. He walked with a slight limp, from an old accident that he refused to tell anyone about, but all you needed to do was offer an enchilada, and he could win the 100-meter dash.
Thalia turned back to me, still smiling.
"Thank you Percy!" her face turned serious again, "But it's still not cool to be late. Get ready. We have a new patient coming in soon."
She turned around and followed Grover out, her smile scaring me more than her glare.
I looked out the window. I saw a building that said Half-Blood Physical Therapy on the doors.
"This is my stop!" I yelled to the bus driver from the back of the bus.
The bus suddenly stopped. The bus driver walked outside. From the window I watched him to the back of the bus and let a ramp down. He opened the door and I rolled off.
"Have a nice day, Miss." the bus driver said to me as I started to roll to the door.
"You too!" I called back.
I stopped in front of the doors and looked up at the enormous building. It probably wasn't as enormous as I thought, because everything seems bigger from my wheelchair, but it had a very efficient architectural design.
I stopped and closed my eyes, letting the sadness wash over me and go.
This one's going to help. It will.
I rolled in.
I sat on the table waiting for my new client. 'Annabeth Chase' should have been here by now.
Grover was helping this old man with a shoulder problem. He was reaching up the wall as far as he could. Every time he came in he got better at it. He was healing nicely.
Thalia was helping someone with a knee problem. The person was lying on their side with a small weight attached to their ankle. They moved their leg up and down.
I swiveled my head forward as the elevator dinged. The doors opened and a girl rolled out in a wheelchair.
She was a pretty girl with blonde curls pulled into a ponytail. Surprisingly she looked about my age, just out of High School.
I stood up and walked over to her.
"Hi, I'm Percy Jackson. Are you Annabeth Chase?" I asked.
She turned her head to me and gave a small smile.
I was startled by her grey eyes. They were gorgeous, but intense. Intimidating, like she was figuring out how to best take me down in a fight. The scary part was that I had the feeling that it would have worked, too.
"Yes, that's me." she answered.
"It's nice to meet you Annabeth." I put my hand out to her.
"You too." she said, shaking it.
I looked down at her legs.
"Well, let's try them out. See what I need to do." I said, rolling her over to an empty table.
"Aren't you a little young to be a physical therapist?" she asked "You're like, my age."
"You're never too young to help people." I answered simply.
"Do you even have a degree?" she questioned.
"Nope." I replied as we got to the table.
I bent down and slid my arms under her. She gasped in surprise as I lifted her onto the table.
"Oh sorry!" I apologized as I set her down on the table.
"A little warning next time." requested said with a laugh.
"I'm gonna pick you up." I said with a blush.
"A little late." answered said with a smile.
I stepped back and took her all in. Her legs were motionless, and it looked pretty bad. Time to get to business.
"You seem to be sitting well with arm support. What exactly is the problem?" I asked.
Her smile faded.
"I'm paraplegic." she answered.
"Paralyzed legs huh? Have you seen a doctor?" I asked.
"13 actually." she answered in a small voice.
"Wow. 13? What did they say?" I asked.
"They all said the same thing." she said, meeting my eyes. "That I'll never be able to walk again."
"You want full recovery?" I asked, surprised.
"Yeah," she answered. "It's ok. You can tell me it's not possible. I've been told that 13 times already." She looked down at her feet. "I'm used to it."
I looked at her face. She was trying to hide hurt and sorrow and be nonchalant about it all. I could tell her self-esteem and hope was slowly dying. She knew she needed a miracle. She knew what she was asking was nearly impossible. But all she wanted was someone to tell her yes. She'd been rejected so many times; no one even bothered to try.
"No, I can do it." It came out more convincing than I felt.
Annabeth's eyes light up.
"Really?" she asked disbelievingly.
"Sure!" I answered.
She popped up and engulfed me in a hug. I caught her weight and kept her upright. Grover looked over and gave me a thumbs up. I gave him a death glare.
"Thank you so much…" she frowned, and I suddenly realized that I hadn't introduced myself yet.
"Call me Percy," I chuckled.
"Percy! You have no idea how much this means to me! I seriously came here thinking that you were going to say 'no' like all the other doctors, but you said yes and I'm so happy! All I've ever wanted to do since the accident is walk again and I—thankyousomuch!" She blushed when she finished, suddenly realizing that she'd been rambling.
I just laughed and set her back down on the table.
How was it? I hope to be able to update quickly with this story!
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