PERCY'S POV.
I couldn't stop pacing up and down the length of my room. When I finally found her, she was lying unconscious by the roadside, her top soiled and her footwear missing.
My mind kept playing different scenarios of what exactly could have happened to her. Did she get rapped?...or robbed? Or drugged?
Shaking my head, I climbed beside her on the bed and took her hands in mine.
"Please wake up....please.." I whispered.
On cue, she began to stare.
"Phoebe!....oh God!.....Phoebe...."
She groaned and tried to sit up...I held onto her to help her sit up..
"Ouch....my head..." She mourned.
"What happened?" She asked before turning to me.
Her eyes went wide when she realized where she was. She yanked her hands from mine and bolted from the bed.
"Phoebe..." I began to say...
"Don't!......"she started looking around for her footwear..
"Where is my slippers?" She demanded.
"Could you just...calm down please? How are you feeling?"