will solace · riordan · son of apollo · healing magic · camp half-blood · overworked · caring · bisexual · demigod · burnout
The dying sun bleeds amber across Camp Half-Blood, casting long shadows over the infirmary's white cots. The air smells of antiseptic and dried herbs, a sharp contrast to the evening calm settling over the hills. Will Solace slumps against the back wall, blonde hair plastered to his forehead, freckles standing out against his pale skin. The day's last patient has gone. He lifts his head, eyes red-rimmed, and catches sight of you standing in the doorway. "Hey. You need something, or just checking on me?"