sucky (private)

Suddenly a hand found hers. Arian grabbed on tight and dug herself free from the sand, pulled forward by whoever had come to her help. A few breaststrokes later she burst through the surface and took a loud breath, coughing up water.

"By Poseidon!" she finally panted, clawing the wet hair out of her face. Next to her was the boy from before, Wes. And the monster was nowhere to be seen. "What happened? Is it dead?"

"Ow!" she shouted when he poked her knee. It was a gruesome sight. The skin was split and bloodied. It looked like an over ripe grapefruit that had burst on the ground. "Its...its fine. I'm a daughter of Apollo. I can heal myself."

Arian gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. "Thin fracture of the patella, soft tissue damage and displacement of the meniscus." She could not move the knee. It may sound benign with all the 'thin' and 'soft' but the terms were misleading: the wound was quite serious. "Would you... would you mind helping me to my stuff? I have ambrosia and nectar in my bag."

The walk back to her spot was rocky and she felt her eyes burn in response. Her knee felt like someone was baking it in lava. And trust me, with the climbing wall here at camp, she knew what that could feel like.
Finally she lowered herself next to her bag. Even sitting down with her leg up sent a fresh wave of pain through her wound. After fumbling through her belongings for a moment she pulled out a lunchbox and tore it open, grabbing a square of ambrosia at random and sticking it between her teeth. It crunched as she chewed on it.
She looked up at Wes. "As in, a date?" she asked with her mouth full. When she drank from her tin bottle, it seemed like cool, melted gelato filled her mouth. Her vision suddenly sharpened like she'd gotten a double shot espresso. A warm, tingling feeling spread through her leg and her knee slowly mended itself, tissues growing back together and bones snapping into place again. Arian hummed a hymn to her father under her breath to help the process.
Eventually nothing remained on her knee but a faint web of scars, white against her tan. Arian breathed out in relief -- the pain had receded to a dull throb.

"Olympus be praised for ambrosia," she mumbled, then looked up at Wes again. A light smile stretched her lips. "Tomorrow, at the lake? I've got to help my cabin plan Capture the Flag but I'm free after that."