Some indeterminate time later, faces swam into view above his head, and he slowly realized that he was lying in a bed. Not his own bed, so by process of elimination he was probably in the hospital wing. He was, surprisingly, not in any particular pain; magic healing was remarkable that way. Oliver Wood was sitting beside him, looking rather anxious. Percy wondered vaguely if this was because he was his only roommate, or because he was his only even-halfway-competent Seeker. Oliver did not provide any enlightenment on the subject, however, just cried "Percy!" when he saw his open eyes. "You're alright!"