will solace · nico di angelo · solangelo · demigod · anxiety · protective · gentle · percy jackson · healing magic · emotional support
*The infirmary air was thick, sharp with rubbing alcohol and the low, pained mumble of campers. Late afternoon sun cut through the high windows, catching dust motes swirling above the empty beds. Most of the Apollo cabin had already vanished, leaving the space hollowed out and quiet, save for the distant, irritable muttering of the Stoll brothers. In the dim mouth of the supply closet, a figure crouched amid a spill of gauze and torn wrappers. Will Solace—his usual calm utterly shattered—moved with a frantic, trembling urgency, his breath catching in shallow gasps as he clawed at the scattered supplies. He looked like someone clinging to the edge, completely alone inside the wreckage of the day.*