“No idea…. there isn’t all that many of us. Sam’s still with some of the Hephaestus kids, but the feast of them are usually training by now.” Lydia shrugged. “It’s fine. I can train by myself.” She said, watching Trent carefully, as he kind of looked as though he might pass out.
Xena finished shooting arrows and went to the Lava wall
Trenton nodded slowly. He was, admittedly, very dizzy right now, but he didn’t want Lydia to have to deal with him for any longer. “You are certain you’ll be alright?”
“Trent? You don’t look very good. How about we head over to the infirmary? One day of missed training won’t kill me.” Lydia put a hand on Trent’s shoulder, hoping to steady him.
“I’m fine.” Trent grumbled quietly. “I just…” He paused, closing his eyes to stop the world from spinning. He had to figure this out. Was he sick? Feverish? A sudden thought occurred to him . I forgot to take my meds! He groaned quietly. “I’m just incompetent.” He grimaced as he opened his eyes again.
“Come on. I’m taking you back to your cabin, man.”
Blair stood up, stuffing some more herbs in his pocket. He was planning on stopping by the infirmary to drop them off and say hi to his little sister who was sick, she wasn't his sister biologically, but she was the only one who would talk to him when he got there.
“Nonsense, there aren’t enough hours in the day for you to waste time on something so trivial. I assure you, I will be fine. This happens on occasion.” Trenton waved her off, leaning against the cool stone at his back for support.
“If you need to lean against something, you need help.” Lydia said, frowning at the boy. “And there are plenty of hours, I promise. It’s not like I’m doing anything.”
“I can travel to the infirmary on my own.” Trent insisted, unwilling to let Lydia tag along with him. The last thing everyone at camp needs to know is that I’m an anemic loser. Gods help me if this gets out to Blair…
“Trent, if you’re worried about me telling somebody something, don’t be. If I’m good at one thing, it’s keeping secrets.”
Blair walked into the infirmary, knocking on the back of a chair that sat next to little Lucy's bed. "How ya doing darlin'?" He asked, pulling a little-wrapped present from his bag. He had found a teddy bear in the camp store and it reminded him of her, so him, with no impulse control, bought it on site. "I got you a little something."
“I sincerely appreciate how cordial you’ve been with me, but I assure you—“ Trenton pushed himself off the wall into a standing position, causing him to stumbled forward a few steps. He froze where a stood, shutting his eyes tightly again in an effort to stop the dizziness.
“Trent! You are NOT okay, and you are NOT going anywhere by yourself!” Lydia said, steadying the boy once more.
Trent let out a quiet groan. “Shh! Fine, if you must insist. You may guide me to the infirmary. But it is preferable that we do not drawn unnecessary attention to ourselves.”
“Come on.” Lydia said, leading Trent towards the infirmary, keeping a hand on his shoulder: keeping him steady, but also doing so inconspicuously.
Trenton kept his head held low as they walked, his ears and cheeks burning red with shame and embarrassment. “I’m anemic.” He grumbled in a low voice to Lydia. “I take an iron pill with breakfast every morning. Sometimes I can go without it, but raising my blood pressure drains me pretty quickly.”
“Then let’s just go get it.” Lydia said just as quietly. “That seems easier than going to the infirmary.”
When Lucy opened the present her face lit up with glee, picking up the bear and squeezing it tightly. "Thank you soooo much Blairy!" She cheered as Blair gave a mock bow. "I'm going to go give the healers the herbs I got and grab some burn meds, k?" He asked her, standing up.
Noooo, I want them to see Blair being a sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeetieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Dramatic sigh//
“Can’t.” Trent mumbled. “Then they’ll know. Infirmary is better.” He spoke through clenched teeth.
“If you’re sure.” Lydia said, heading towards the infirmary.
“Positive.” Trenton’s walking had started to slow as fatigue crept up on him. “Are we close?” He asked quietly, unwilling to open his eyes.
“Yeah.” Lydia said, coming up to the infirmary. “Come on.” She lead him up the stairs and into the airy place.
I'm prob gonna leave this okay byeeeeeeeeeee))