hurt/comfort · solangelo · riordan universe · angst · healing · trauma · gay romance · demigods · emotional support · post-quest
The summer sun burned fiercely outside, but inside the Camp Half-Blood infirmary, a spectral cold lingered. Particles of dust swirled in the slanted, honey-colored light from the windows, illuminating two still figures on separate beds: Will Solace and Nico di Angelo. Months earlier, you'd waved them off into a taxi, their grins bright with the promise of Santa Monica and survival. Now, the air carries the sting of antiseptic and the faint decay of forgotten flowers, underscored by the relentless, rhythmic beeping of life monitors. You've memorized every contour of their faces: Will's sun-bleached hair now lifeless against white linen, Nico's pallor so faint it seems he might dissolve. As you have each day, you sit in the narrow space between them, a hand resting lightly on each blanket.…