A/N: So I finished Blood Of Olympus around 3 days ago. I absolutely loved it and the very VERY open ending. And I fell in love with Will and Nico. They have become my otp. So, here is my first Solangelo fic. Carry Your World. Enjoy.
Nico was flat out. He'd been fighting for so long he wondered if he would ever wake up. Maybe he had let himself slip into the shadow realm. Would that have been so bad? To leave this life, a life he never really belonged anyway, a time he shouldn't exist in. Maybe it was for the best.
But alas, he could feel his eyes flickering beneath his lids, and when his eyes finally fluttered open he was blinded by the sun. He shut his eyes again, trying to adjust his brain. Trying to go back to the shadows. But the warmth kissed his cheeks and bathed his skin, making him feel safe. He frowned, the sun was making him feel safe? That's a first. He tried again, slowly this time. Peeling his eyes open into a squint until the unfocused yellow light adjusted to his surroundings. The first thing he knew was he was in a bed, lying down; face turned to a window which was pouring in warm sunlight onto his body. His eyes flicked down the length of his body, which was tucked beneath a light blue blanket. There were makeshift curtains to his left, made with the rough material of camp.
So he was in camp, but this wasn't his cabin and... these weren't his clothes. He shuddered and kicked the blanket off revealing light sunny scrubs neatly tied at his skinny waste. He pulled at the material and looked frantically from side to side in search of his black comfortable clothes. But his head started to spin and he collapsed back down defeated. He stared at the ceiling of the tent, taking shallow breaths. He could hear approaching footsteps but he didn't have the energy to even look up.
'Nico! Welcome back!' A familiar voice said. Before Nico could even reply a straw was out into his mouth and warm liquid flooded in, warming his veins and slowly bringing life back to the dark. He closed his eyes, glad of the energy and once the straw was removed, he managed to sit up and when he opened his eyes, his vision was clearer then Zeus and Poseidon's rival.
A cheery grin met him, accompanied with a mop of golden curls and bright blue eyes. 'How ya feeling chump?' Will questioned, leaning at the end of Nico's bed. 'Fine.' Nico's voice came out as a squeak and he coughed, feeling his cheeks burn. 'Now, I know I said three days in the infirmary but you kinda slept through them.' Smiled Will, his eyes a little nervous. '3 days!? I slept for 3 days?' Nico asked, no wonder he felt so good. 'Well... 2 and a half. Which means I still have...' Will checked his watch. 'A little time left till I can discharge you'. Nico looked down, 'look thanks, but I feel fine. I can go now.' He tried to get up but Wills hand came down on his shoulder and pushed him back. Damn. Son of Apollo was stronger than he looked. 'Can't do that. Doctors orders.' He winked. 'I gotta check on some more patients, so why don't you take a shower and we can check you over?' Nico felt his insides burn. 'Can't I shower in my cabin?' Will shook his head. 'You just can't follow orders deathboy.'
'Don't call me deathboy.' Nico spat back. Will held his hands up in mock defeat. 'Fine! But the bathrooms out that way, towels and stuff are on the rack. I got you some clothes too, they're in there. See ya later.' He smiled and hopped off the bed, sauntering away.
Nico frowned and heaved a heavy sigh. 'Arse.' He kicked his legs over the bed and stood up. He didn't realise how unstable he felt. The cold tiles stung his feet and he had to hold onto the bed stand for support. When he felt less faint he walked the length of the room to the bathrooms, muttering about the son of Apollo. He got his second shock when he pushed into the bathroom, a bright orange camp half blood shirt was neatly folded over a pair of black jeans. Nico groaned and pulled his own shirt over his head, and stomped out of the yellow scrubs he had worn before. He stood under the shower and let the warm water wash over his heavy mind and broken body. He stared at the floor, hand on the wall. Wondering why the hell he had agreed to this. He washed his body quickly and towel dried himself fast. He pulled on the jeans, they must have been his, because they fit and they were ripped but they were suspiciously clean and smelt like summer. Nico looked at the shirt.
Well it's this or no shirt. With a shake he pulled it on. Now this wasn't his. It came down past his hips. And it smelt far too clean.
"Nico walked out the bathroom and back to his bed. A small piece of ambrosia was waiting for him and he nibbled on it. Letting his thoughts clear. 'Ah! That's better!' A voice said from behind him. He chocked on his ambrosia and coughed. Will laughed a hit him on the back until the coughing subsided. 'Did I startle you?' Will laughed wiggling his eyebrows. Nico's face burned. 'No.' He managed. 'well good. I'm just gonna check you over. Shirt off.' Nico almost chocked again. 'What?' 'Shirt off, how am I gonna check your wounds over your clothes?' Will looked serious now, no play in his voice. 'I can't...' Nico stammered. 'Oh Nico I had to do it before when you were out come on.' Nico's head spun, his stomach bubbled and he vomited, over the side of the bed.
'Shit.' Will cursed and he ran for a bowl, handing it to a shaking Nico while he shone lights in his eyes and checked his temperature. After retching a few more times to no avail, Nico placed the bowl on the table next his bed. Nico was mortified. No way could he even look at Will. 'Please don't make me.' He whispered. Will sighed and sat next to Nico his hands in his lap. Nico could smell the the faint scent of metal and vanilla. 'Nico I wouldn't ask if I didn't have to, if they're healing good this will be the last time, I swear. But I need to dress your wounds.' His voice was low and gentle and Nico blinked back any tears that threatened to form. He slowly pulled his shirt over his head and held it against his front. He could feel Will inhale and peel a wad of bandage off his back. There was some poking, some cold salve applied and then the sticking if a new bandage. Gods he thinks I'm disgusting. Nico thought shuddering. 'You can't put it on.' Will murmured. 'Thank you.' Nico nodded and pulled the shirt on double time. 'And you can go. See you later.' Without meeting his eyes Nico leapt from the bed and walked to the edge of the tent, he stepped out. Onto the green of camp half blood and half walked half ran to his cabin where he shut the door behind him. An pulled the front on his t-shirt to his eyes to push back tears. He breathed in deeply until his breathing evened out. And he could smell the faint scent of metal and vanilla.
A/N: If the grammar is a bit wrong, please don't bite my head off. I wrote it on my phone. Thank you for reading.