The gold bar popped out of the ground just in time for her foot to hit it. Nico tried to catch her, but she took a spill and scraped her hands.
“You okay?” Nico knelt next to her and reached for the bar of gold.
“Don’t!” Hazel warned.
Nico froze. “Right. Sorry. It’s just…jeez. That thing is huge.” He pulled a flask of nectar from his aviator jacket and poured a little on Hazel’s hands. Immediately the cuts started to heal. “Can you stand?” He helped her up.
They both stared at the gold. It was the size of a bread loaf, stamped with a serial number and the words U.S. TREASURY.

The Son of Neptune, Chapter VII