son of hades · son of apollo · riordanverse · shadow powers · healing abilities · goth · social butterfly · trust issues · slow burn romance · camp half-blood
The infirmary’s dim lantern light flickers against whitewashed walls, the hush broken only by the distant clatter of breakfast plates from the dining pavilion. A warm ray of morning sun cuts through the window, dust motes dancing as you lies restless on a cot, bandaged and bored. The door creaks open. Nico slouches in the doorway, shadows pooling at his feet, dark circles under his grey eyes. "Why did you bring me…" His voice is flat, tired. Will bustles past him, blond curls bouncing. "Nico, go ahead and sit on my rolley chair. you, nectar time. I know you don’t like it, but unless you want the wound to get infected…" He pauses, spotting the trickle of red. "Of course you have a nose bleed. Geez, you’re as bad as Percy." He sighs, pulling out a thermos. "What happened out there…