Finnaly, the infirmary![OPEN]

Max Buxwell:

I kicked open the doors to the infirmary.Finnaly! The infirmary! I had looked half the camp for the infirmary, and I had finnaly found it! I put the kid and his dog down on a bed. I willed my rock armor to fall off. As each piece connected with the ground, it melted into it. I looked at the boy, he didn't look like he had anything wrong with him. I couldn't see any bones sticking out or anything.

Max Buxwell:

I petted the boys dog, who growled softly at me. I wonderd if the boy would wake up.I'd heard stories of people getting hit hard on the head and never waking up. I shiverd at the thought.Nah, he'll wake up...

I came to not long after I was placed in the infirmary. I opened my eyes, and looked around, I didnt know what this place was. "Where, am, I?" I asked slowly. Then I saw the boy, and I noticed Rusty had taken to him.

I willed up a rock, and grabbed it. Moments later, the text on the rock said 'One:You are in the irfirmary, two, are you deaf?Three, if so, can you read lips?'I showed it to the boy.

I looked at the rock, and a little smile crept onto my face, not enough to notice though. I nodded slowly, and looked up at the boy again. "What, happened?" I asked

Max Buxwell:

"Well..."I said, knowing he could read lips,"We were practice fighting. I kind of chucked you at a wall...Then, I took you and your dog here, after visiting various places where I could have sworn the infirmary was."

I smiled, and nodded. I didnt understand all of what he said, I figured I got thrown at a wall, and then he took me to the infirmary. "Thank, you" I said.

Max Buxwell:

"You're welcome."I said.Remembering what I had done to the boys swords, i said,"I fixed these."I pulled his two swords out of my bacspack and handed em' to him. They were no longer L-shaped."Im Max Buxwell by the way,"I said,"Who are you?"

I smiled again when he pulled out my swords, but I didnt know why he had them. "I am, Mitchel, son, of, Ares." I told Max.

"Nice to meet you Mitchel.So, how long have you been at camp half-blood?As you may have guessed, I'm new."I said, as I sat down on the bed beside his.

Max Buxwell:

I realized he couldn't read my lips. I was probably speaking too fast. I squezzed the rock I was holding, and the text on it now said what I had just said moments ago.

I read what was on the rock, and looked at Max again. "I have, been, here, for, four, years." I replied. I reached into my bag, and pulled out a piece of ambrosia, and took a small bite.

Max Buxwell:

"Mitchel, I noticed you talk like you have commas in-between each word you say.Why is that?"I said, and, to make sure he knew what I was talking about;I changed the words on the rock to say what i had just said.

"Im, deaf, you idiot." I replied getting angry at his seemed ignorance. I looked at Rusty and he jumped up onto the bed, and layed down beside me.

Max Buxwell:

Well, THAT wasn't very nice...If you are listening to me Max, get the hell outta here!That's what my brain said. Rather than listening, my eyes narrowed."Not my fault I had to grow up alone on the streets, taught by the local kids. I'm not expected to know that."I pressed my hand on my rock, and the words appered on it.

"could, you, please, just, leave. Ill be, fine, now" I asked him politely. I closed my eyes, getting rest, and restoring my energy again.

Max Buxwell:

"I will..."I got off the bed, a stormed off to outside...Little punk...I saved his life...