#phillipbrx

Jackson pressed his lips together as he jumped up the steps to Phillips cabin, he’d already seen the resulting damage from Phillip’s fight with Corey, at least, the damage on Corey’s face anyway. It stood to reason that Lip’s body was no doubt just as bruised and hurt as the other boys, and Jackson really did only have one job in this entire place. And it was to play doctor- sometimes lover- to most of the boys here. A hand raised to knock a few times on the others door before he opened it, peering his head inside the cabin. 

“Hello? Dr Jackson has arrived.” his voice rang out down the cabin. He, in truth, didn’t exactly know Phillip all that well. Had they even had a conversation outside the trial? Spent literally any sort of time together? Not that the healer could remember. Well, beyond him checking out the boy a few times during training sessions, it was pretty much zero relationship between them. 

Jackson slipped into the cabin, his voice still ringing out. 

the faint hue of purple coats the skyline, the water looks dyed, unhappy, and bashing against the shoreline. he wishes there was a sense of peace that could wash away the nerves. he’s tried acceptance, knows that no matter what happens, their decisions are their own, but there’s still...worry. 

for silas, for zeke. for the others.

a few hours from now, they’ll be going to the trial. a few hours from now and not all of them may come back. his eyes trail along the beach until they land on the newest demigod. the son of poseidon, who barely managed to arrive on time to come with them. that’s two new demigods thrust into a world right after two had already arrived. the world was truly falling to chaos. 

he approaches slowly, arms still crossed. “how’re you doing with all of this?” leland asks, trying to keep his voice calm, void of nerves. “i’m...pretty new, too. can’t imagine just getting thrown right into all of this.”

Going soundly wasn’t an option, and neither was pulling that blade out of his chest. He wasn’t no doctor, but he watched enough movies in his lifetime to know what it would only make things worse for him. How long someone has between the moment they get stabbed until developing a hypovolaemic shock? Wouldn’t it be embarrassing to know that the son of Poseidon drowned himself in his sleep? Well, so to speak. He was wike awake as he moved his hand to his chest, fingers quickly but surely grazing the blade. That’s when it hit him, he had to try, he couldn’t just lay there and close his eyes hoping someone will take care of his mother. He had it in him, he was almost certain, unless it was the adrenaline speaking… Sitting up, while feeling the most excruciating pain he ever felt, he quickly grabbed the handle and pulled the blade out of his chest while letting go of the kind of scream that could wake up the whole camp, feeling his organs getting the kind of abuse no one truly deserves. He was covered in blood, it was dripping against his wooden floor as he moved onto his feet, unsteady and feeling his cheeks burns in rage while the rest of his body was starting to get freezing cold. He had to do it quickly. He yeet himself at the masked assassin to try to inflict them the kind of wound he suffered from, using the same blade they used on him. It was like a scene from American Psycho, one that hopefully will end up with Lip letting his bloody self fall into the pool to desperately try to heal himself before passing out — or worse.

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phillip swipes the same dagger at the assassin but the assailant is astoundingly quick, body moving almost like it’s part of the darkness. she dodges his clumsy swings and leaps towards the open ledger of the window to make her timely escape. “she knows,” is all the assassin says as she then jumps into the night.

he silences down his body’s protest with each step, icing over his wounds as quickly and easily as he can mask the pain. 

so he’s going to fix that. 

I mean I know you were a handful, but not literally ah!