Annabeth's Wisdom Teeth Woes by nixerist
Books » Percy Jackson and the Olympians,
English, Romance & Friendship, Annabeth
C., Percy J., Words: 1k+, Published: Jul 19,
2013
Annabeth's POV:
Whoever named wisdom teeth was
obviously, not very wise. As a daughter of
the goddess of wisdom, I find myself entitled
to this opinion. If I were to name them, I think
that a more fitting name would be "Useless,
Pain-bringing Teeth." Well, so here I am,
having these idiotic teeth removed from my
mouth in most likely the most unpleasant
way possible. My boarding school gave us a
long weekend, and I would like to be
spending it at camp, but things don't always
working my favour.
So instead of having a wonderful time
relaxing by the beach or training in Long
Island, I'm sitting in an oral surgeons office
with Percy and his mum. Apparently, having
these teeth extracted had to be done as
soon as possible and I needed an adult to
care for me. So Sally offered to have me
stay with them this weekend since the
operation couldn't be done when I was with
my father.
After lots of paperwork, a nurse took me
back to a room, where she explained the
procedure and starting hooking me up to an
IV and heart monitor. Before I knew it, I was
drifting off.
Percy's POV:
The surgery took about an hour. After quite a
while of waiting, a nurse came out and told
us we could come see her. I was in no way
prepared for the madness that was waiting
for me though.
We walked in to see Annabeth, staring at a
wall, her head crumpling over to the side.
Her cheeks were puffy and stuffed with
gauze and she had some white bandage
contraption wrapped round her head. In
other words, she was down-right adorable.
"Hey Wise Girl. How ya feelin'?" I asked,
quietly, though she continued staring into
space.
"Annabeth? You feeling alright?" I rephrased
when she didn't respond.
Finally, she seemed to realize I was there
and looked over startled.
"Who are you! My name is Milo and I'm an
adventurer!" She said, her words sounding
like those of a two year old's due to the
gauze.
"I'm Percy, your boyfriend. And you're not
Milo. Your name is Annabeth."
Annabeth started to tear up when I replied.
"Gods, I'm not a baby! Why do you treat me
like one!"
Then a nurse came over and decided to help
me out.
"Hi there. So the surgery went well. Right
now, the anesthesia is still wearing off so she
might be kind of... Confused and dopey for a
couple hours. We're going to finish up some
paperwork, get her unhooked, and then she
can go home."
"Dopey? Like in Snow White? He's silly."
She said, giggling, "Where are my singing
servants! I need a sandwich! With strawberry
jam!"
"Annabeth, I don't think your teeth want a
sandwich." I said, watching her face fall into
a frown.
"I don't care. GET ME A SANDWICH. I just
want my strawberry jam!"
"I'll make you a sandwich when your teeth
aren't sore. Promise."
"Percy, my tummy hurts." She said, pointing
at her teeth.
"Wise Girl, those are teeth. Not your tummy."
I spoke slowly, treating her like a child.
"Oh. Well then my eye hurts."
Boy. Who would've ever thought a daughter
of Athena could be this.. well.. stupid.
"Annabeth, those are not your eyes. Those
are your teeth and they hurt because you
had surgery."
"Hey, are you my mom?" She asked,
pointing in my direction, while I just stared at
her, lost.
"Wha- No! I'm your boyfriend! We went over
this!" I said, questioning if she had short-
term memory lose too or something.
"WHERE'S MY MOTHER!" She squealed.
My mom decided to help on this one.
"I'm right here, dear. I'm your mother."
Now this just confuses me, since I'm pretty
sure that she's my mom and that Annabeth
and I aren't siblings. But, it did seem to
please Annabeth.
"Thank goodness. Ya know, this girl here
isn't very smart."
"Girl? I'm clearly a boy!" I screamed.
"Why are you yelling at me?" Annabeth said,
tearing up, again. "I just want to be home
with my mother and pet gorilla."
"Who said anything about a gorilla?!"
"I did! Gosh you're slow. Hey, can you feed
my gorilla for me. I have to get my wisdom
teeth removed."
I replied, after facepalming. "Annabeth, you
just had your teeth removed. You don't have
a gorilla and thus, it doesn't need to be fed."
"Oh. That's good. My teeth hurt. Why do my
teeth hurt?" She said, even though we have
been over that already."
Thank goodness, the nurse came in and
saved me again.
"Ok. She is ready to go. But she's going to
be really loopy and sore so no solid foods-"
She couldn't finish before Annabeth cut her
off.
"MY SANDWICH! I just want my sandwich."
She said, bursting into tears.
I knelt down next to her and grabbed her
hand before replying, "Annie, you'll get your
sandwich. Just relax."
"As I was saying," the nurse continued,
"Liquids are the best, no straws, keep the
gauze in, and ice for soreness. Other than
that, good luck!"
After ten minutes of helping a loopy
Annabeth stumble to the car, we were
driving home.
A few hours later
Once we got to the apartment, Annabeth
crashed on the couch and fell asleep with
two bags of peas on her face. I sat and
watched her for a while. She was so cute it
wasn't even funny. He blonde curls were
tussled and falling everywhere. Her mouth
was slightly open from the gauze shoved in
the back. Her cheeks were really puffy and
the peas were pushing into them, making
little indentations. She looked like a peaceful
angel sleeping, though at most times she
was nothing of that type.
Annabeth woke up, moaning, after about
three hours. She tried to call for me but it
came out as "Peu-veee" instead of "Percy".
When I walked in the room, she was
violently yanking at the bag of peas, clearly
frustrated. I went over and took them off,
trying to let them live another day before
feeling her wrath.
"My mouth hurts." She said, pouting.
"Want me to kiss it and make it better?"
"No, you moron. That would just hurt worse.
You know, if you're going to be insensitive, I
do have a dagger and I will cut out your
teeth for you."
"Actually, I'm good." I replied, quickly. "But
I'm not being insensitive. Would you like
some soup I made to prove it?"
"Sure, Seaweed Brain. I hope your mom
helped though."
"Oh, she didn't." I said as I ran to grab the
soup. "Don't worry, I promise it's good."
"Swear on the Styx?"
"I swear to you, Annabeth Chase, on the
River Styx, that my soup will not only be
good, but perfectly safe. Now here, I'll feed it
to you." At this, she glared at me, but didn't
protest.
"Ok. Choo choo! Here comes the-"
"Stop. Never- EVER, do that again."
"Fine." I said, as I continued to give her the
spoonful of soup.
"Wait," She cut me off, again, "Is that.. Blue
soup. Really Seaweed Brain?!"
"Only the best for my Wise Girl." I said, a
smile sneaking on my face.
"I love you. And thanks for taking care of
me."
"No problem, Annabeth. I love you, too."
I reached down and kissed her nose, pulling
a few giggles from her. At least I know that
kisses make a grumpy, in pain Annabeth,
happy.