Nico Di Angelo, son of Hades, Ghost King, wanderer of Tartaraus, and Hero of Olympus (Among other things) was facing a dilemma he hadn't faced in years.
He had too much energy.
So, for the twenty-eighth time in less than a week (really, there was nothing to do but count) he got out of bed. Because he had energy he needed to burn.
He hated ADHD.
Looking cautiously around (making sure Will wasn't there) he slipped out of the bed, comfortable in the moonlit darkness of the night.
He almost made it to the door.
'Flick.' The light flicked on. The son of the underworld groaned.
"Nico?" It was Will again. Will Solace, leader of the Apollo cabin, (recent crush,) and Nico's 'personal' healer.
"Yeah?"
"We've had this conversation before."
"Yeah."
"I'm getting tired of this."
"Shut up."
Will shrugged carelessly, giving Nico time to notice his hair was untamed (handsomely) and he looked like he had just woken up.
"So can I walk around?"
"In the morning."
"But I want to do something now!"
"Go to sleep."
"No."
"Doctor's orders."
Nico sighed heavily and dropped on his recently vacated bed.
"You can't use that forever, you know?"
"I'll wait 'till you get hurt again."
"Good night, Will."
"'Night Nico"
But the dark-haired teen was already snoring.