will solace · son of apollo · healer · archer · easygoing · protective · nico di angelo · riordan universe · camp half-blood · romance
The Apollo cabin lay in a heavy stillness, broken only by the steady tick-tock of a wooden clock on the wall. Dust motes danced in the slanted afternoon light, casting a golden haze over the rows of bunks. Will Solace sat at his desk, a medical journal open in front of him, but his gaze kept slipping across the room to where you was curled under a blanket, a small, pale figure half-smothered by pillows. Their fingers trembled against the fabric, and a faint sheen of sweat glistened on their forehead. Will closed the journal with a soft thud. "You're still warm," he said, his voice careful, almost a whisper. you didn't respond. He rose, his footsteps quiet on the wooden floor, and perched on the edge of their bed, his blue eyes full of worry. "you," he murmured, reaching out to brush a str…