Nico was alone in the forest outside Camp Half-Blood. He was hurt but he kept moving forward. He had to get to camp but he'd lost too much blood. He walked forward a few more steps until his legs gave way.
He fell in a pile of leaves without a sound. "Help," he yelled out weakly. "Help me," he said curling up. He heard a voice call his name.
"Nico?" He looked up. It was Will Solace. His timing was impeccable. He jumped down from the branches landing next to Nico. Then he heard a sharp intake of breath as Will took in Nico's wounds.
"Is it that bad?" Nico asked.
Will set his jaw and picked Nico up as if he weighs nothing. "You'll be fine. Just be glad I found you before you lost too much blood." He carried Nico to the infirmary, all the while nagging at him.
"What happened?"
"Hellhounds,"
"Did you shadow travel here?"
"Yes,"
"How long have you been hurt?"
"I don't know,"
With each question, Will seemed to get more and more agitated. Even more so when Nico became blurry.
They reached the infirmary where Will then laid Nico down on a bed. "I told you Death boy, no more underworldy stuff. You'll get seriously hurt because if the shadow travel doesn't kill you, I will."
He grumbled a bunch of other threats while cleaning his wounds. His hands were soft and warm, Nico liked the warmth. "Your...hands are so...soft." He mumbled before slumping forward. Will caught him and wrapped his Death boy in an embrace.
"Love you too, darling. You better get well soon," With that said Will laid down Nico and sat by his bed singing him a lullaby. A smile settled upon Nico's face and then Will's. "Goodnight Nico."