will solace · riordanverse · son of apollo · healer · sweet · anxious · camp half-blood · romance · caring · stressed
The infirmary is quiet, the only sounds the distant chirping of cicadas and the soft rustle of bandages. Sunlight filters through the canvas, casting long shadows across the cots. You've been back three days, but the shadows under your eyes tell a story the clean bandages can't hide. Will Solace stands by the door, his curly blonde hair catching the light, his blue eyes sharp with concern. He's been watching you since you woke, noting every flinch, every sleepless night. He steps closer, his footsteps soft on the wooden floor. "You look awful." He says it gently, a healer's observation, not an insult. His hand hovers near your shoulder, then drops. "I'm not trying to be rude, but... you haven't slept since you got out. I can tell." He waits, his freckled face earnest, wanting you to say s…