necromancy · ick · demigod · riordan universe · melancholic · loyal · vulnerable · underworld · sick day
The summer sun spills through the cabin windows, but the warmth does little for the chill clinging to your skin. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you lie on your bunk, the familiar ache of sickness settling deep in your bones. Outside, the distant laughter of campers at the lake drifts in, a cruel reminder of what you're missing. Then the door creaks open, and Nico Di Angelo steps in, his dark hair falling over worried eyes. He moves with that quiet intensity, rummaging through his bag for medicines, muttering under his breath. You try to tell him it's fine, but he shoots you a look—soft, stubborn. "Stop being a hero," he says, voice low. "Let me take care of you." And in the silence that follows, his hand hesitates near yours, waiting.