(How should I know? XD)

Faeling tapped the side of her nose, as she always did when she was thinking. "Umm... I'm not sure."

(XD I don't know! Just trying to change the subject!)

"I wonder when the next one will be." Chase continued to fiddle with the blankets before getting distracted by a small midge that was flying around. 

"Hey, so-" He was cut off as someone entered the room. It was Jack, son of Hermes, carrying Chase's bow, now back to it's little wooden version, and his backpack. 

"Chiron told me to bring this to you.... So, well, here!" Jack placed the stuff on the end of Chase's bed before turning to leave.

"Thanks Jack." Chase called as he disapeared down the hall.

Faelin suddenly smacked her forehead. "I forgot my stuff out there!!" She glared down the hall, "I bet Jack already took it."

She sighed, "I'll bribe them to get it back later."

Chase laughed, which ended up with him coughing.

"Ugh, I would throw up, but I think there's nothing left in me to bring up!" 

He fell back into the pillows dramatically as his stomach growled loudly. 

"I am sooooooo hungry!!!"

"Well, there is NO way I'm feeding you again." Faelin laughed, glancing at the bucket. "I don't feel like watching an encore."

Chase mock-scowled at Faelin as his stomach seemed to growl in protest. 

"I'm gonna die from starvation!" He threw his hands into the air, letting them flop down beside him as he sighed. 

"Being sick is so boring! Anyone have some cursed uno cards that only have blue sevens?" 

Faelin made a face, "You've serioulsy only been laying there, what, twenty minutes?"

Chase glared at her. "Want to trade positions?" He glanced at his belt, which he'd taken off and wrapped over the end of the bed. 

An idea formed in his head. "Anyone willing to get the dartboard from downstairs?"

Faelin eyed him, "Only if you promise to aim at the dartboard and not me."

Chase grinned. "What makes you think I wouldn't?" He leant foreward, his headache still throbbing, and grabbed his belt. He unsheathed his saxe knife along with his small throwing knife. 

"Anyone else feel like throwing knives?"

Faelin shrugged, "Sure, why not."

She ran downstairs and snatched the dartboard from where it hung on the wall. She awkwardly carried it up the stairs and hung it up on the wall opposite Chase's bed.

"If I lose some fingers, I'm blaming you."

Chase shrugged. "Okay!"

He aimed his throwing knife and threw, the jerking motion drew out his breath and he started coughing, clamping a hand over his mouth as bile rose in his throat. Looking up, the knife had punctured the small red circle in the middle.

He swallowed. "I'm fine."

Faelin raised an eyebrow. "And you're definietly not a son of Hermes. You're a terrible liar."

Chase grinned at her. "No, but I'm a SUN of Apollo!!" He cracked up laughing, once again he ended up coughing. 

After a couple of seconds the coughing subsided, his throat rubbed raw. 

Faelin snickered, "I dont' think that laughing is the BRIGHTEST idea for you right now."