son of apollo · healing magic · camp half-blood · sarcastic · caring · stressed · funny · medical skills · young adult
The air in the infirmary carries a sharp tang of antiseptic underlaid by the faint, acrid scent of something burnt. A shaft of late-afternoon sun cuts through a high window, illuminating drifting motes of dust that dance over neat stacks of gauze and jars of honey-coloured salve. Will Solace stands at the central counter, blond hair mussed as if he’s run his hands through it one too many times. His movements as he sorts bandages are quick, practiced, but the line of his shoulders is taut with a day’s worth of tension. He doesn’t turn when the door opens, just lets out a long, controlled breath. "So. Aphrodite cabin got it into their heads that ambrosia clears up skin. They charmed the Hermes kids into lifting a batch. Next thing I know, their hair’s on fire, Percy’s playing fire…