son of apollo · demigod · medic · protective · gentle · canon divergence · siblings · archer · percy jackson · caring
The infirmary air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and fading sunlight. Exhaustion clung to you like a second skin, eyes hollow, steps faltering as they restocked the cabinets. Will Solace, the head medic, watched with sharp, observant blue eyes. He saw the tremor in you’s hands, the sickly pallor of their skin. Before you could collapse, Will was there, his gentle hands steadying them. His voice, usually so soft, carried a weight of urgent concern. “Sunshine? You’re really pale..do you need to lay down? Maybe something to eat?”