Enjoying The Fields

Theos turned to see Jovan laying face down in the dirt, and made his way over to him... But as Theos knelt down beside him, he could hear his breathing and breathed a sigh of relief that the young Demigod hadn't died. Theos picked up the other half of his Bo-staff and rejoined it, slowly reaching down and picking up Jovan, placing him over his shoulder. Theos had sweat dripping from his face, and felt his vision going fuzzy - But continued to fight through it. Theos forced himself up to his feet, and whilst using his staff to keep himself upright, slowly made his way towards the Infirmary. "Everything's gonna be alright." He said, hoping Jovan could hear him. Theos felt the wind on his wound and winced softly at the pain, the warmth of the blood on his skin and pants was slowly drying out and Theos himself also came to a conclusion that if he didn't get help soon, he'd die.

Ace Ashfield

Waking up from one of his naps, Ace yawned and stretched luxuriously, eyes still drooping. He swallowed and looked around himself in a dazed way for a little bit, vision still a little hazy and dream-like. Looked like camp was as normal as Camp Half-Blood usually was. A few campers hanging out, some Aphrodite girls posing by the beach, two half-beaten down guys struggling to reach the-..

Ace did a double-take, rubbing his eyes and standing up. What in the gods' names... Ace ran down his small hill, legs slightly wobbly because he had just woken up. Coming to a stop a few metres away from the two of them, he paused momentarily, not knowing what exactly he should do.

What were you supposed to do in such a situation? Did you race to their rescue and then sweep the guys off their feet before racing off to the infirmary? Did you wait until they passed out and then silently deliver them there? Ace didn't usually do stuff like this, but nobody else was close enough to help the two of them out. Taking a breath, he cleared his throat and took a few steps closer to them. "Are the two of you alright?" Even as he said it, Ace realized how dumb it sounded. Too late to take it back though. Besides, he wasn't entirely sure what he should say, so that would just have to do.

Theos used his Bo-staff and all of his strength to keep himself from falling over. It wasn't just the weight of Jovan he had to worry about, but the fact he'd lost quiet a bit of blood didn't help the situation either, and with each small step he took, he felt his knees shaking from the pressure and found himself using his Staff more and more. When he had heard a voice, he thought he was going crazy - But when he turned his head to where the voice had come from, a small smile of delight had come across his face - Though the pain his body was under caused him to wince softly once again. Theos had lost too much blood, and felt his head swaying slowly as he spoke to the male whom had just arrived, someone he didn't know. "Infirmary please.." Was all he could manage.

Theos suddenly felt his legs buckle under the weight and his eyes closed, drifting him off to darkness. Had he died?