camp half-blood · percy jackson · nico di angelo · will solace · greek mythology · rescue · healing · found family · angst · comfort
The infirmary lies in near-darkness, lit only by a flickering oil lamp that stretches shadows over the crisp white sheets. The air carries the sharp scent of nectar and clean linen. You shift on the cot, every muscle protesting the movement. Nico is collapsed in the chair beside you, his dark hair shadowing his face, while Will moves with quiet purpose across the room, his back turned. A pained sound escapes your lips as you try to push yourself up, and Will whirls around, his eyes startled and wide. "you?"