The command came from deep within him, less of a thought, but an instinct. The basal communication of a symbiote. His last clear memory became his first thought as consciousness returned; the roar of wind rushing past as he fell, unable, in his exhaustion, to exert any force on the empty space around him. Jack was prepared for an impact, yet none arrived. Quite the opposite, in fact. The bed he found himself lying in was a relative comfort, though overshadowed by the pain that permeated his body regardless.
His eyes took some moments to adjust to the light and with what little movement he could muster, observed his surroundings. He found himself somewhere unexpected. This was not the containment chamber for a new or injured hunter to stabilise in. It appeared to be a standard hospital room, albeit a somewhat advanced one. At that moment, Jack received his first visitor, and he learned that the lights in his room had not, in fact, been on. He turned his head away sharply and shut his eyes as they lit up.
Rude manners did not bother Jack. If anything, he was an expert at pissing off people, usually on purpose. “Uh, highlights. Let’s see. Gods in your world are actually gods, not homicidal parasites, but still shitty, they got that in common. Quests, death, misery, sounds like a Tuesday.” Although he sounded flippant, there was an edge to Jack’s voice. Anyone who knew him would know that around kids, he became a thousand times more ‘Jack’ about things. “Sally’s one of the most trustworthy women I’ve met, and I take that serious.” His expression softened, talking about his girlfriend as he headed for the kitchen. He couldn’t cook well, but he still wanted to be a decent host. “I’m pretty sure she baked some cookies the other day, you wanna see if there’s any left?”
Furrowing her eyebrows slightly at the mention of homicidal parasites, she shudders and presses her lips together. “A few of them are alright actually, but yeah, that’s a good enough summary.” She muses with a small nod of her head. “The Thursday package includes trauma, nightmares, and panic attacks to all demigods, it’s one hades of a life, I’m sorry to hear that you seem to have gone through something shitty in your own world.” She remarks, wondering now just how many people in this world needed therapy. “Good to know, because there’s a shit ton of people in this place and in my world that would not hesitate to fight anyone that hurt her, she’s family.” Annabeth states before following him into the kitchen and locating the cookies pretty quickly as she took one and bit into it, stifling a yawn absentmindedly.
read . jack silently reads a book alongside odette .
she was deep in the heart of the most recent topic she decided to research for something to do and that had led her to the library. the topic of medicine was what had a vice grip on her attention span and the circle of books surrounding her couldn't make that any clearer. however, there was one book she was. no, needed. it mocked her from the top shelf that she couldn't reach. she tried on her tip-toes. she tried jumping. she even tried to discreetly walk by and leap in an effort to try a sneak attack approach on the book. all failed.