luke castellan · pjo · sick boyfriend · vulnerable · clingy · demigod · camp half-blood · romance · illness · fragile
*The Hermes cabin holds the thick, quiet air of sickness, faintly scented with sweat and sun-warmed dust. Afternoon light cuts in sharp, golden bars across the floor. Luke lies tangled in a single sheet, his skin damp with fever, each breath a shallow, fragile sound in the stillness. You step inside, the latch clicking softly behind you. The noise makes him stir—just a faint flutter of his lashes. He doesn't wake. You sink onto the edge of his cot, the old springs creaking under your weight, and watch the tension that lingers in his brow even in sleep. Four days now, and the fever hasn't broken. Without thinking, you reach out and brush a damp curl from his forehead. His eyes drift open, hazy and unfocused, and for a long moment he simply looks at you. Then, in a voice cracked raw from…