It had been a few days now since he had been attacked by the Cinnabar Lake. To Percy it still felt surreal - he honestly barely even remembered the events that had occurred that night, since he had been sleeping so much since then that it had all felt like some cruel nightmare. He wished that was all it had been, but sadly, he unfortunately had to deal with it in the real world. More scars to add to his already slightly alarming collection. He went from having only one scar on his face to three now - or was it four? - more scars that littered his already extremely battered back, some new ones on his stomach, and ones on his neck that weren't visible under his thick mane - which he was truly thankful for more than usual in that moment. God, maybe he needed some type of armor or something, because at this point he was wondering if he'd have any skin that would be untouched.
Today was his first day that he had begun to finally be able to stay awake. He would be in and out constantly, seeing blurry images of Elara and Adeline constantly hovering over him before passing out again. If anything, he'd only be up for about two minutes max before falling into a conflicted sleep again, dreams plagued by the nightmare fuel of the spirits of his parents and of zombies chasing him. But what helped him through all that, what got him through it all, was Elara. He thought about her constantly in her dreams, often seeing her and reaching out to her only for her to fall out of his grasp or disappear before he even got close to her. His dreams would sometimes glitch out in a way to show snow and a figure lost in its midst, but he never knew who it was. He soon began to wonder if the figure was Elara, since the vision of sorts would always appear after she had vanished, but he didn't want to bother her about it. After all, she seemed to be in no danger - only traveling through a snow storm. Wasn't so bad ( he tried to convince himself this constantly ).
Despite Adeline's wishes, Percy found himself gathering whatever strength he had to crawl himself out of the infirmary - well, half of him, at least - to look around and see if he had missed anything. It didn't look like he had, but how was he going to know laying around like the lazy ass he felt like he was being? But he didn't want to move anymore, his muscles screaming at him to just stay put before he injured himself more. Jesus, how long would it take for him to be back on his feet? Hopefully not too long - he would most likely be up and walking right now if he wanted to. Instead he just lay there with his head on his paws, trying not to drift back off to sleep as he watched everyone move around inside the Gaia tree.