Hey! So, yes, I finally updated some solangelo fluff! I'm sorry it took so long... But im on holliday now, so hopefully i'll be able to update a lot more! Anyway, on with the story!

~~CWey~~

Nico knew he was in trouble as soon as his vision began to go black. Up until then, he had been in pain, but he figured it was just a bad cut. Nothing serious. He could just walk to the infirmary and get a bandage, which was exactly what he was doing.

Then his vision began to go black.

He stumbled when this happened, placing a hand against his pounding head. Everything was fuzzy. Just a bit further, he thought firmly. Just walk a bit further.

He forced himself to take another step, then fell to the ground. The twigs felt like knifes jabbing at his skin. He groaned squeezed his eyes shut.

He'd been in pain before, sure, but this was different. This felt like he was dying, which he wished was true. But no, he knew he wasn't dying. Not yet. Forcing his eyes open, he looked at the ground in front of him. A shadow stretched out from one of the trees. He reached out and rested his hand on it, concentrating as hard as possible. A second later he was in dark, then in blinding light which made him close his eyes again.

"Nico?!" Yelled somebody. Then he felt fingers on his neck. "Will! Somebody get Will!" He tried to open his eyes but couldn't. The pain was too much, he could barely stay awake. "Whats wrong with you guys? We need Will!" Judging by the girls tone, nobody had moved. She growled in frustration. "Carter! Get him to a bed! I'll get Will myself!"

Nico felt to hands lift him up, but he couldn't even muster the energy to be embarrassed. Thats when the pain peeked, and he truly blacked out.

~~Cwey~~

Nico screwed his eyes up against the bright light when he came to. He was surprised to find that the pain had faded some what, but he guessed that he'd been given something for that. His head felt strangely fuzzy.

"Nico?" Even barely conscious and sedated, that voice still sent his heart racing. He hoped they weren't taking his pulse.

He opened his eyes to meet a pair of electric blue ones. Will's face was so close he could feel the boys breath on his cheeks.

The feeling made him blush.

"Will!" He turned his head away quickly to hide the redness.

"Sorry..." Mumbled Will, pulling back. "I forgot the whole 'personal space' thing. How are you?"

"Fine." Said Nico into the pillow, before rolling back over to look at the son of Apollo.

"Don't lie to me!" Snapped Will suddenly. "You nearly died, Nico! Don't tell me your fine!"

Nico flinched at that. Before, the idea that he would die had been a comforting one. But now he had something he wanted to live for. Someone. And he wasn't going to lie to him.

"Fuzzy." He replied, honestly. "I feel fuzzy."

"That's normal. We had to sedate you, you were in so much pain. Morphine." Will added, back to his usual cheery self, which made Nico grin. He quickly suppressed it. "Are you going to tell me what happened?" Asked the blonde, leaning forward so his head was resting on his hands, which were propped up on the bed.

"I was walking Mrs O'Leary." Nico quickly explained. "And something attacked us, and while I was fighting something stung me."

"Hm..." Was all Will said when he finished. "Could I see your arm?" He took the boys wrist (Nico, once again, had to hide a blush) and studied the injury.

"Can't you just do a reading?" Asked Nico.

"That would tell me how much pain your in, and what happened. It doesn't tell me how to cure it." The blonde explained, before reaching to his side and grabbing a needle. "Do you mind if I take a blood sample?" He asked cautiously. When Nico gave his consent, he moved the needle forward and injected it in his forearm.

"Ow!" Yelped Nico, jumping. He wasn't so much bothered by the pain, because that was over fairly quickly, but he didn't like the fact that he felt it that badly. He'd trained with ghosts, and they knew some pretty bad ways to train. So his pain tolerence had been built up high, to a point where even deep sword injuries didn't bother him to much. But now it felt like it was reduced to zero, and he hated it. It made him feel so vulnerable.

Trying to ignore that feeling, he looked over at Will, who was doing something with the sample. "Is that my blood?" He asked suddenly when he saw the vial. It had a greenish tint that made him feel faint.

"Yes." Said Will evenly, scanning one of the books. "I think its... Yes!" He picked it up and brought it over to the bed. "Its Annenamonia!"

"Annie-am-what-now?"

"Anee-am-oh-nee-ah." He repeated slowly. "Look, there!" Nico leaned over and read the passage.

Annenamonia

One of the most dangerous poisons in the world, Annenamonia can be fatal if not treated quickly and correctly. By entering your body and affecting your nerves, it lowers your pain tolerance until you die of the agony.

"Cheery," muttered Nico. "And thats good how?"

"We have the cure right here!" Explained Will happily, picking up one of the bottles on the side, along with a spoon. "Here." He poured the liquid onto the spoon, then held it out like he was feeding a baby. The son of Hades took it, and swallowed it while pulling a face.

"This disgusting." He muttered.

"I know." Agreed Will, taking the spoon back. "Medicine always is." He then reached over and placed a hand on the the boys wrist, which Nico knew was him taking a reading. "Your tired." He concluded finally. "Go to sleep, you've been through a lot."

"I'll try." Sighed Nico, closing his eyes when Will turned off the lights. "How long was I out before?"

"Six hours and 37 minutes," recited Will, then blushed. "Um, roughly..." Nico smiled grudgingly. Will had noticed him doing that a lot more often, which was a relief. He liked it better when Nico smiled.

"Who was it who found me?"

"Charley. She ran to get me when you got there. She said you collapsed as soon as you walked through the door."

Walked. Thats surprised Nico, but it explained why Will hadn't been ranting at him for shadow-traveling. Charley had covered for him. "Tell her thanks, for everything." He decided finally, hoping she'd know he meant everything.

"I will." They sat like that for a few hours more until Nico drifted off. When he did, Will leaned forward and pulled the quilt up to his chin, brushing his hair out of his face. Then he rested his head in his arms and watched as the son of Hades slept.

"Careful, di Angelo," he murmured softly. "Your not getting away that easily." Then he, too, fell asleep.