I woke up abruptly the next morning, due to some guy blowing a really loud horn.  After that wake up call, I got a good chance to look around the room. The ceiling was black and beautiful, with small stars of different sizes. It even moved along with the sky. Or the earth. Well, you know what I mean. The bed was wonderfully made, silk cloth and the fluffiest pillows I've ever felt in my entire life. I would have stayed their forever, but I was hungry.

I walked over to my closet (which was yellow, yuck) and picked the first short and skirt I saw. A blue t-shirt and a pink knee length skirt. I brushed my hair a little, and went to the other bed, where my roommate's bed was. I noticed the bed was empty. Maybe I didn't have a roommate, or I did and they'd already left.

I stretched and yawned and stuff, then headed for the cafeteria. I must have been very lucky, because I got there in less than ten minutes.

I grabbed some breakfast (bacon and a pancake) along with a glass of orange juice and walked over to the PJO table. Greg and Patty were already there.

"Well, well, well," Greg chuckled. "Look who finally woke up." I gave him a glare, then bit into my bacon. It was just HEAVENLY. Er, Olympianly? I don't know.

"Cut her some slack, Greg," Patty snapped. "She hasn't even been here for a week." Mindlessly, I looked out the window to see a trampoline.

"Hey, what's that for?" I asked, pointing at the trampoline.

Greg shrugged. "That's for all patients. Mostly the Uncured fandom uses them, though." I looked back and saw other trampolines with lots of boys and girls on them. To my disgust, some of them kissed each other, and it did not look just friendly.

"Yuck," Patty whispered.

"Greg, can you show me that quiz room you were talking about?" I asked quickly, not really wanting to watch the Uncured people PDA.

Greg shrugged. "Sure. Just let me finish my pancakes." He took a tiny bit off of his pancake, then slowly chewed it. I swear, he was taking as long as possible just to annoy me.

Finally, after what felt like an hour, he finished his pancakes. "Follow me," he said, standing up. I followed anxiously, glad to get away from that disgusting window.

We went down a series of corridors, then reached a green door with a question mark on it.

"Here you go," he said, opening the door like a gentleman. "After you."

I blushed and walked in. Inside, i gasped. It was sorta like that show, Jeopardy. Three seats, that big board, the buzzer, etc. There were a lot of those, around twenty.

"Impressed?" Greg asked, a smug look on his face.

"Of course I am!"

He grinned. "I'll show you how it works. Of course, I'd probably beat you."

"Sure. I know every detail of Percy Jackson, every myth, every monster, and every hero." 

"Really. Let's find out."

After he showed me how to use the machine and such, we played against each other, along with some other kid named Duke. In the end, Greg and I managed to tie every round. Even at the end, final Jeopardy, we risked the same amount, and we both came in at $99,200. 

"So you really do know your stuff," Greg admitted as we walked out of the quiz room. "I'm actually kind of impressed. Nobody's beaten me at Jeopardy ever. Or tied."

"Of course Annabeth beat you," I joked. "She would beat everyone."

"What are you-" A dawn of realization hit his face. "Oh... Nobody!" I had a good laugh at that.

Then he led me outside. There was a fake training arena and a rock climbing wall. Unfortunately, instead of lava, it poured water. It was freezing water, so I guess it was okay. Greg made it to the top with one hand. Show off.

Then, it was back to the cafeteria for lunch. He went over and sat by the Magicians, and I went over to the Demigods table. As I looked around, I noticed that people went straight to their fandom tables. They never sat anywhere else. I wonder why.

Out of curiosity, I asked Patty, "why are people siting at their fandom's table? Are they allowed to sit somewhere else?"

"You never sit with a fandom you aren't in!" she hissed. "It's basically suicide!"

She seemed serious, so I didn't talk about it anymore. But one thing was clear.

I was going to do just that.

Well, that took a while. Sorry the chapter took so long! I meant to finish this sooner, but I just never really got around to it. I hope you enjoyed it anyways! 

Actually, I heard that someone wanted to be a patient. So I think I'm gonna call you patients from now on. Also, you can be a character! Just give me your character's

Name:

Age:

Looks:

Fandom(s):

Personality:

Welp, bye patients!

~Daughter of Hecate, signing out