Percy brushed Cass's hair off, his other hand covered Cass's. He was still angry; he was and needed to remind himself, but he couldn't do it when Cass sounded so lost. "Shhh, it's all right. Stop worrying, Cass. Do you want some water? Something to eat?"
He squeezed Cass's hand. "I really need to call the Healers, Cass. You've been in a coma for weeks. They need to cheek you out."