Time for a boss battle suckers (Gin) (Closed)

Despite the intense urge of punching John in the face for being snarky while I was wrung with anxiety for his safety, I couldn't help but give out a relieved smile.
"You ass." Was all I was able to say while I was trying to regain my composure.
I lightly began to put my hands on the back of his neck, feeling for any warmth that could indicate that he might be bleeding. I felt again for blood under his lower back and his thighs. Fortunately, there was no external bleeding near the spine. I might still be able to move him without accidentally killing him. I looked up when I noticed the crowd of demigods that have swarmed around us, trying to check out the demigod that had hugged himself around a bomb.
"Did you see the explosion?"
"Is he dead?"
"I dibs his belongings if he is."
I pushed past the sound of other campers murmuring to pick out a specific voice among the rest.
"Roxy? What happened here?" I turned to see Chiron approach me.
He trotted in calmly towards me, but there was a look of concern on his face and his hair was disheveled, he must've galloped here from the Archery range when he heard the explosion.
"We were training with a new dummy." I began. "It was specially built with a bunch of weapons and assortment of things. One was a missile and it hit John while he was trying to intercept it."
Chiron looked towards John, who was now conscious enough to be aware of his surroundings.
"It's been too recently since the last time you've lost consciousness like that, Mr.Wingate. You must be careful." Chiron tried to sound stern but he was too full of concern for him to appear even remotely detached from the situation.
I looked over to where I had left John's sword on the ground after the explosion. John wanted it back to help him up but I didn't want to leave his side, there were too many things on my mind for that. I called out to a demigod and asked them to give me the sword. While they ran over to go grab it.
"Someone's grabbing it for me, you'll have it soon. Take this." I opened up my leather utility belt that I always wore on me and brought out a baggie of ambrosia. I let him take it, he looked like he didn't want to be hand fed it from me anyways.
"Where did that dummy come from?" Chiron asked.
"I don't know. I think a Hephaestus camper built it for John." I replied.
Chiron sighed. "That's the third time this week. I'm going to have to talk to them about their choice of projects."
I had no idea what other Hephaestus camper-related accidents there were but it suddenly made sense why all of the recent patients in the infirmary looked like they've been swimming in motor oil. The girl that I asked the sword for came over and handed the golden weapon over to me. I nodded in thanks as I made eye contact with John.

Now, I had treated Ares campers multiple times. They were the demigods that most frequently visited the infirmary, that is, if other campers were able to convince them or drag them over there when they needed to. I knew that they could be very persistent and arrogant, especially when it came to their injuries. I wasn't sure how Johnathon reacted to a situation in comparison to most of his half siblings, but the way he nonchalantly asked to stand right back up sounded just like what they would say.
"Careful, John. I know this is hard for you to process but getting hit with missiles isn't the greatest thing to do to your body. " I warned him. "Just take it slowly and tell me if anything hurts and what it is."
I passed him his sword.
"And, uh. Thanks for what you did back there."

((Super sorry for late reply, got caught up in work!))
I couldn't concentrate. My eyes drooped low to the deep black of my coffee that I cupped tightly between my hands and lazily followed the brown bubbles that swirled across the cup as the strong scent poured into my nose. It was only a few hours after the incident with Jonathan, but it was well into evening and I had missed dinner, as well as my consistent worrying and stressed out mind was beginning to put a strain on my body.
I almost fell face first into the scalding drink until I caught a glimpse of movement from underneath the bed sheets of the boy I had been watching over.
"John?" I asked, my throat croaked from lack of use.
Before I could say another word the son of Ares looked me straight in the eye and wanted to confess something.
"Well, hello to you too." I told him off, jokingly.
To be honest, I was afraid of what he had in mind, why something was so important he was telling me it first thing he woke up. My mind quickly moved to demigod dreams. I've had really bad experience with those. Between your friends being children of the Big Three and being the daughter of the god of prophecy himself, they made a big impact in my life, whether I liked it or not. I kept quiet though, not wanting my brain to pull out the worst case scenarios. Honestly, I was hoping he'd just tell me he remembered a funny joke during his unconscious state.
"First of all, drink this." I handed him a nectar milkshake with a swirly straw. "You know the deal, don't drink too much or you'll be vaporized."
Once the cool drink left my hand I let John continue.
"What is it?"

I leaned my elbows against my knees, as I listened to what John was saying. I thought it was just me who thought that dummy was too dangerous, people always told me I worried too much about that kind of stuff. It felt almost reassuring to know that the camp wasn't trying to kill us, but that feeling went away almost instantly in replace with dread that something more malicious was at hand. I tried to second guess myself. Maybe it was a particularly clumsy or sadistic Hephaestus camper? I pursed my lips in deeper thought as I watched John take a sip of the milkshake.
"I'm not familiar with any sort of green glow..." I muttered out at last. "You don't suppose this is Charlie's doing? Or Charlie's followers?"
I couldn't believe it, it felt like Charlie was always one step ahead of us. Soon enough we'd be overwhelmed. We'd have to get rid of this threat as soon as possible before Charlie found out any more ways of messing stuff up for us. There's already so much stuff that was beyond our control that he had over us. At least we had some sort of lead to go by.
"Maybe we could got to the Hephaestus cabin and-"
I broke my train of thought when I noticed John clutching his side. I gently gripped his shoulder, my eyes taking a quick scan at the bandages around his stomach that was still stained with the fresh injury.
"Hold on, let me reapply that." I rolled over from my chair to the desk full of medical equipment, taking a roll of fresh medical tape.
I gently unwrapped the old tape, John's wounds were visible, but healing quickly from the ambrosia and nectar. I continued to talk to him while I wrapped the new tape over him, hoping he didn't mind.
"If you're right, we should stop all the rigged Hephaestus tech from messing up any other camper's activities. They might not be so lucky. I'm thinking of starting out at the Hephaestus cabin, if you have any leads that could help. Who built the dummy? Do you know? I can wait until you feel better and we can head out together if you'd like. As long as you can make it. You're health is first."

My muscles tensed at John's comment in annoyance, accidentally tightening the bandage a bit more than I should have. I gritted my teeth as I forced myself not to pull any tighter, and took out scissors and a clip to bind it together.
"What are you talking about?" I questioned. "Why would Charlie care if we try and stop haywire robots from nearly killing half the camp? If it's his doing, then he's doing it just to keep us spooked."
I shook my head. For some reason I came off as paranoid to Jonathan. I had no clue where he got the idea that we looked 'retarded' with no evidence. I wasn't pointing fingers at anybody. Frustration boiled inside and I began to chew the inside of my cheek to try and stop myself from saying more things John could somehow skew as ridiculous and over the top.
"On the down-low? John, you saw a glowing green light. That's it, that's not much of a crazy secret to keep. Why do you think I'm going to the Hephaestus cabin? To figure more of this stuff out, that's it. Don't try and exaggerate anything I'm saying."
I huffed out my last sentence as I rolled over to my designated table full of equipment. My backpack was leaned on one of the table legs and I began stuffing it with some of the tape and ambrosia squares one the table to replace the ones that I had used up. I swung the strap over my shoulder and stood up. I could feel the blood pulsing in the tips of my fingers, as I impulsively drummed them against my leg. I look down at John one more time, letting out a deep sigh in attempts to release the tension built up in me.
"I'm not going to tell anybody of your light if you really think it's important, and I'm sure as hell not mentioning Charlie to anyone, but I'm going to go to the Hephaestus cabin. If you want you can come but I'm leaving now."
To show John that I wasn't kidding this time, I started to head out of the Infirmary, sliding the screen door of the back of the Big House open, and stepping outside into the fresh air.

((Shall we close it here or is there anything else you wanted to roleplay?))