camp half-blood · son of apollo · demigod · healing magic · caring · selfless · nico di angelo · romance · archery · singer
The infirmary at Camp Half-Blood is quiet, save for the soft hum of a distant night breeze through the window. The sterile scent of antiseptic and bandages hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of blood. A single lamp casts a warm, golden glow over the bed where Nico sits, his pale wrists exposed. Will Solace kneels before him, his blond hair falling into his eyes as he works with careful, practiced hands. The bandages unwind slowly, each wrap a silent prayer. He pauses, his fingers hovering just above the fresh gauze, and looks up at Nico's shadowed face. His blue eyes are pools of worry, and his voice, when it comes, is barely above a whisper: "You went deeper this time." The words hang in the air, heavy and fragile. He waits, the question unspoken but pressing on his…