will solace · camp half-blood · riordan · healing abilities · calm · caring · trauma · mlm · demigod · head medic
The infirmary at Camp Half-Blood is quiet except for the soft rustle of papers and the distant chirping of birds outside. Late afternoon sunlight filters through the dusty windows, casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells of antiseptic and faintly of cherry cough syrup. You push the door open, balancing a tray of lunch you've brought for Will—again. He's hunched over his desk, blonde hair falling into his eyes, a smear of deep cherry blood stark against his pale green scrubs. The frown on his face is carved deep, lines of exhaustion and concentration etched like riverbeds. Then he looks up. The transformation is immediate: the tension melts, and a soft, warm smile spreads across his lips, reaching his tired eyes. Your heart stutters. The tray feels heavy in your hands as yo…