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Percy sat on a large pan that he stole from a local diner (long story about a beaver with an ax) at the top of his apartment building's stairs.
Ever since they fixed the elevator *finally* the renters have been using that, so the stairs were clear for his use. Plus, the residents knew to stay clear of Percy in general since he was so... reckless.
Joined by Percy was Apollo, standing behind him with his hands on Percy's shoulders.
Jason was also there! He stood at the bottom of the stairs, he held a bulky camera.
Both Apollo and Jason were giggling nervously.
Percy was grinning like a madman (which he totally is).
“Are you sure?” Apollo asked.
Percy nodded.
“Like sure-sure?” He asked again.
Percy let out a loud, excited screech.
“Okay-y,” Apollo sighed, “We're doing this. Recording the biggest mistake since Uncle Rick signed off on those movies I bought fifty pounds of baking soda (another incredibly long story, this time about a ‘tragic’ barbecue).”
Jason gave a thumbs-up. He was ready. Recording.
“It's far! I hope you're ready to heal my broken open head, just in case this goes south!” Percy said, giddy. Grinning with excitement (and from messing with his buddies).
“Oh, I hope I don’t have to heal your head!” Apollo said.
He pushed Percy's shoulders and Percy screamed “YEEEEEEEE!” He slid down the stairs bumping up and down with each drop. It seemed to go on forever: his scream and the time it took to get to the bottom.
When he did finally get to the final bit, the pan soared off the last step and he flew in to the wall. Percy hit the wall with a smack. Right next to where Jason was recording. Both Jason and Apollo cringed.
Apollo ran down the stairs to assess the damage. The good thing was that Percy was already moving, he peeled himself from the wall and flipped over, laying on his back. Jason (he stopped recording at this point) was kneeling over Percy, whose nose was oddly misshapen and bleeding. Apollo moved the demigod's head around a bit in his hands, he also tapped Percy on the shoulders and knees a few times. He frowned at the sight of Percy's left hand.
“You've broken this finger here,” he pointed at the ring finger. “You also have a minor concussion.”
Percy raised an eyebrow.
“Oh right. Your nose. And your nose is broken.” Apollo reported.
“OBVIOUSLY.”
Apollo did a fake laugh. Nervous.
He waved his hands over Percy and booped him on the nose. The crooked, bloody nose started to straighten, and the blood faded away. The stressed crinkle in the forehead erased itself, along with a growing bruise. Finally, his finger looked significantly better.
Apollo was the god of healing for a reason.
Percy jumped up, leaping with joy he shouted “WAHOO!” He then picked up his pan and ran up the stairs, skipping a few each time. “Again!” He yelled like a little child, “Except this time I'm yelling YOLO since I should have the first time.”
Jason and Apollo stared at him. Percy smiled. Then they shared a long look with each other. They broke out laughing. Only to be told off by Percy for not hurrying up to push him and record.