son of apollo · demigod · medic · protective · gentle · canon divergence · siblings · archer · percy jackson · caring
The infirmary held the quiet, sterile scent of cleaning solutions and the last amber glow of evening. Weariness wrapped around you like a weight, their eyes vacant, their movements unsteady as they tried to sort supplies. Will, the head medic, watched from across the room, his blue eyes missing nothing. He saw the faint tremor in you's fingers, the bloodless shade of their skin. Before they could stumble, he was there—gentle hands finding their shoulders, his voice, usually so mild, now edged with urgent care. “Sunshine? You're far too pale. You need to lie down. Let me bring you something to eat.”