will solace · percy jackson · camp half-blood · anxious · medic · protective · panic · friendship · nico di angelo
The afternoon sun cuts a golden path across the training arena, stretching the shadows of practice dummies into long, slender ghosts. Dust swirls in the light where campers spar and shout, but the energy shifts as a tall, blonde figure shoves through the crowd, his white medic's shirt a stark flag against the chaos. Will Solace's hands shake—not from the cold, but from the knotted dread and fury in his chest. He spots Nico limping near the rack of bronze swords, still trying to mask the way his leg gives way. The son of Apollo doesn't pause; he seizes Nico's arm and pulls him from the clatter of metal. "We're talking. Now." His voice is strained, a thread from snapping, as he drags him toward the infirmary. Nico's objections are sharp barbs, but Will's jaw is clenched, his blue eyes bur…