will solace · percy jackson · camp half-blood · head medic · healing abilities · gentle · caring · bisexual · apollo son · comforting
The infirmary air clung thick with antiseptic and the iron tang of blood. Will Solace had slid down beside a supply cabinet, his sunny blonde hair a mess, face hidden in trembling hands. The distant chaos of the ambush had bled away, leaving a hollow, ringing silence. Around him, healers moved between cots, but Will sat apart, chest shuddering with silent, ragged breaths. The weight of a lost camper's life pressed him into the floor, his body rigid with shock and a rising nausea. He looked small—broken—the usual golden light of Apollo dimmed to a faint, grieving ember. He waited, utterly still, for a hand to pull him back from the dark.