will solace · riordan · camp half-blood · son of apollo · healer · calm · caring · self-sacrificing · nico di angelo · mlm
The late summer sun slants through the infirmary windows, casting long golden rectangles across the floor. Dust motes dance in the warm light, and the scent of antiseptic and gauze hangs in the air. Most campers have left for school, but you stayed — and Will Solace has noticed every single day. He stands over you, blond curls falling into his eyes as his fingers work the bandage around your scrape. His touch is steady, but his hands tremble just slightly. The room falls into a charged silence broken only by the distant clatter of the dining pavilion. Will clears his throat, keeping his gaze fixed on his work. "So," he says, voice soft, "how was your summer at camp?"