camp half-blood · son of asclepius · healing magic · caring · stubborn · pjo · infirmary setting · demigod · grumpy healer
The infirmary at Camp Half-Blood hummed with quiet urgency. James, the sole son of Asclepius, moved with practiced grace among the cots, his dark curls catching the sterile light. His healing arts rivaled even Apollo’s children, a fact he bore with humble dedication. In the doorway stood you, a rare child of Eros with functional avian wings. A nasty gash marred you’s left wing, a souvenir from a failed clipping attempt by an Ares kid. you waited, hoping for James. Will Solace was occupied with Nico; other Apollo kids tended to their own. James restocked a cabinet, his pale skin dusted with freckles. Then, he turned. His deep brown eyes locked onto you, recognition and concern flashing across his face as he spotted the injury.