Seth Kingsley in the Infirmary.

I entered the room a little uneasily.I had just buried a seven year old girl.I wasnt feeling that cheerful.I spotted Seth and Angel.I walked up to them recently noticing my clothes were still covered in dirt."Hows it going?"I asked them.

I noticed his smile disapear."I buried your sister.You can visit it whenever you want."I said a serious look on my face.I looked at him noticing just how banged up he was.He was hurting inside and outside.I sighed."Well bye."I said with a small wave.I turned around and headed for the door.

I turned around and gave him a sypathetic smile."Beacoup."I said wich was french for sorry.For some reason I always spoke in fench after leaving a graveyard.It was probably the New Orleans customes in me.I walked back to were he was laying.

I laughed at that."Oui,je parle francais.I live in New Orleans and French is a popular language."I said.I was impresed that he had known that was french. The other campers,exept the aphrodite kids and a select few,didnt even know what french sounded like.

"You could look better."I said honestly.When I looked at his aura I was a little woried.It was a little faded wich wasnt good.It was a very light yellow with a prominent red lining.I felt bad for him.Id never seen anyone with that much red on their aura.

"Just fine.I made a protective charm this morning."I said realizing what he was doing.I knew what he was going through and trying to forget about it and get better was the safer aproach to something like this."So your a son of apollo?"I asked.

"Depends on the person and how bad your wounds are."I said,my thought bubble popped.I wasnt really that interested in medicine.It just wasnt my thing.