Percy Jackson Fanfiction Percy Coughing Blood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Percy had checked on me twice already, her own eyes shadowed from nightmares she wouldn’t fully share. “You okay over there?” Percy asked from the kitchenette, sliding a mug of coffee my way. Her tattooed arm flexed as she moved, the ink a reminder of the armor she’d built after what those three monsters did to her. “Davin’s still ghosting?” I nodded, sipping the bitter brew. It burned going down, matching the twist in my gut. “Yeah. I keep replaying it. He looked so hurt, Perce. Like I betrayed him by not noticing. But I can’t force feelings. Not when I’m still picking up pieces from Girad. God, what if I lose him as a friend too?”

The wind howled violently, scratching at my throat until I felt an itch that seemed to make me want to cough. "Enough talking. Choose, or I'll let them both go." At Amber's signal, the men next to us hoisted both me and Tara up. The salty sea breeze hit me in the face, and the sharp smell of ocean water churned my stomach. However, nothing compared to the screaming in my ears. Before I could even draw a breath, Ethan had already made his choice. At that moment, everything went silent. Amber instinctively turned to look at me. My vision flickered and spots of black clouded my sight, but I did not know why.

I dropped to my knees and covered my ears as I felt like my head was going to explode from the tremendous noise. “Silence! I cannot take it anymore! I beg of you!” I screamed, still covering my ears. Then, I heard footsteps rushing in my direction. “Son!” My father's voice---the lord of the Scovell Manor---echoed in the night as he swung the door open. He knelt down before me and his strong arms enclosed my body. “Son, you are as pale and cold as the dead! What has happened to you? We were searching for many days, but we did not come upon you!” My father exclaimed and helped me stand upright. I could not find my voice as my senses became clouded by the loud and fast beating of my father's he

Until Percy noticed and placed his hand there too. "Does it hurt?" he asked in a panic. "N-no," I choked on my words. I was crying uncontrollably that it was hard to speak. "P-Percy, they're r-reviving m-mom," I told him in between my sobs. Percival hugged me from the side, his hand stroking my head. "Shh," he whispered. "I'm here. I got you." My sight became blurry again as tears pooled in my eyes. My hand slowly reached for Percy's arm and held onto it. That made him look at me, so I arched my neck to look back at him.

Giving him a small towel. “I’ll prepare it right away, it would help you.” He left his side, leaving Albert coughing into the towel, what was wrong, this was the first time something like this was happening. Why was he coughing blood, he felt his heart twisted. And he couldn’t breathe. He opened his mouth wide for air. While he waits for Peru to returned with the tea. Hitting his chest with his hands. The discomfort was too much, he fell from the chair he was sitting on.

I tried to exclaim so bad but even my lips felt so heavy that I couldn't feel anything, only numbness. My body stopped right in front of where he was floating. I gritted my teeth and tried moving my hands but I really couldn't. Fuck this! It was like it was glued to my waist and hips. Percy grinned before his eyes glowed into purple until my mouth slowly opened, trembling even if I wasn't trying to open it. He parted his lips and my body flinched as if my heart jumped out of my ribcage. In a second, yellow shadows of light started coming out of my mouth and it was transferring into Percy's mouth. A tear fell on my cheek as I tried moving but it was like I was wrapped by coldness while I was

The terrible, gut-wrenching fights where she'd raked her nails down his face, where she'd screamed that she wished he'd died instead of Tobias. Eleanor came back to herself with a gasp, scrambling forward on hands and knees. "Perseus?" Her voice broke. "Perseus, no... gods, what have I done?" Sobs wracked her body as she cradled his face, her thumbs smearing blood across his ashen cheeks. She tapped his face gently, then harder when he didn't respond. "Please, please, look at me—" Perseus coughed, a thick glob of blood spilling past his lips. More followed, gushing from the wound in his chest with alarming speed. It shouldn't be this much—the injury wasn't that severe—but the blood kept comi

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out t

’ However, to his surprise, the little one turned back before he got on the luxury black car and left a meaningful glance even though it just stayed for a second. “Get in.” Said the man. The door closed quickly and the car was soon nowhere to be seen, leaving the two standing silly in the rain. "Damn this man! Who the hell does he think he is. How could he be so cold even to his own son? Is that boy truly his son? I would rather die if I had such a dad like him."

I coughed once, twice, until my vision blurred. When I pulled my hand away this time, the blood was thicker. Gavin stepped forward. “Harley–” “I’m fine,” I snapped, straightening up even though the world tilted sideways. Luca frowned. “You’re coughing up blood. That’s not fine.” “Drop it.” He didn’t. He never did. “You look like hell.” Before I could bite back, Gavin suddenly stumbled, catching himself against the truck. His skin had gone pale under the parking lights.