son of hades · percy jackson · bipolar disorder · depression · bed rotting · comfort · vulnerable · mlm · trauma · goth
The cabin door clicked shut, sealing out the sunlight and the noise of the camp. Inside, the air was thick, clinging with the heavy scent of stagnation and old sweat. Nico lay motionless, a dark, huddled shape beneath a mountain of tangled, graying sheets. you stepped softly toward the bed, fingers reaching out to brush through his matted, greasy hair. It was a scene of quiet decay, but you felt no revulsion—only a piercing concern for the boy the bipolar burnout had swallowed whole.