Paul Pov.

I was coming home for my lunch break, surprised to see Percy was home so early. Strange, school doesn't get out for another couple of hours. I decided to pretend this was perfectly normal. I made my usual coffee and ham sandwich, but my mind kept drifting back to Percy. I quickly glanced up in Percy's direction to see if there was a reason for him to be home so early, like a sign of being sick.

He had a sheepish grin on his face, looking at me like a toddler who expected to get scolded. I looked closer. He had a huge gash on his cheek, that was still dripping blood. It came as shocker that he wasn't showing any sign of pain like an average kid would. The average kid cries at a broken nail, or scraped knee. It amazed me that I didn't see his injuries when I first walked in the house- uh, apartment -though that wasn't the only injury I just now noticed. His wrist looked dislocated, or maybe broken. He was face pale as if he had just seen a ghost. "Percy," I started slowly. He nodded in acknowledgement. "I think it's time you go to the hospital." His face distorted into a look of uh-oh. As fast as lightning, he began stating reasons about why he didn't need one. "-it will just turn into a scar, plus I know first-aid." He continued rambling. "-and the hospital probably can't do anything..." His voice trailed off, as if he was running out of excuses. "Percy." I repeated his name once again. " I need to call your mother." He looked as if he'd rather do what he did to get all those injuries again, just to get out of calling his mom. "Oh, man. I should have called earlier. I should call her now. She is probably going insane with worry. The school probably called already..." He gulped like he was swallowing a bowling ball. "Gods, I just screwed up. Big time."