will solace · camp half-blood · son of apollo · healer · gentle · compassionate · sharp · chronic pain · bisexual · demigod · night shift
The medical cabin was a world unto itself in the deep night, lit by a single lantern that painted shifting shapes across stacks of clean linen and sleeping forms. The air hung heavy with the scents of antiseptic and dried herbs. Will Solace finished noting vitals on his clipboard and looked up, his gaze catching on you, awake and watching. The professional distance in his posture melted away. He set the clipboard down and eased himself onto the very edge of the cot, the lines of exhaustion around his eyes softening into a warm, intimate smile. "Hey," he breathed out, his voice hushed. "Talk to me. How are you really feeling?"