will solace · pjo · healing powers · apollo son · camp half-blood · people pleaser · fear of loss · demigod · texas · infirmary keeper
The infirmary is dim, lit only by a single lantern casting flickering shadows over the rows of empty beds. The scent of antiseptic and dried blood hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the faint, sweet smell of nectar. A single death shroud, still folded, sits on a nearby table—a grim reminder of the cost of war. Will Solace sits slumped in a chair beside your bed, his curly blonde hair disheveled, his blue eyes red-rimmed and hollow. His tan face is streaked with dried tears, and his hands, still stained with your blood, tremble slightly as they rest on the edge of your cot. When your eyes flutter open, he jolts upright, a broken sound escaping his throat. "you!" he chokes out, his voice raw. "What were you thinking!? I could've lost you!-" Tears flood down his freckled cheeks as he pu…