Author's note (AN): There are a few things I'd like to say before you start reading:
This is my first romance fanfiction, my first Percy Jackson fanfiction, and my first English fanfiction, so please see over grammar / spelling issues. I used a spell checker and a dictionary (English / GB), more I cannot do
Nonetheless, don't spare me with (critical) reviews and feedback. Tell me what I can improve in further stories.
Disclaimer: Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olympus and all characters and quotes from it are the property of Rick Riordan, the king of cliffhangers.
Disclaimer: The laurel wreath on the cover was made by the Wikimedia User 'dalovar' and is available under a CC0 (Public Domain) license.
Nico
"What did you say to Percy? He looks totally confused!" Will asked when Nico came back. "Doesn't he always?" Nico retorted, then changed the subject. "You prescribed me three days of bed rest, so show me my place to sleep before I change my mind."
Will led Nico to a room in the infirmary. "That's were you're going to sleep for the next three days. I'll go check up my other patients. Try not to turn into a ghost, Death Boy." He left before Nico could say a word.
When Will had left the room, Nico sat down at the bed. What had he been thinking when he agreed to stay here? No way he could bear three days of, well, "confinement" in here. And on top of that, he was unsure about his feelings. Every time Solace smiled that sunshine-y way, his knees became weak.
He called himself to order. Will must be thinking of him as a monster, an inhuman, cold-blooded ass hole who had allowed Octavian's unintentional suicide, and was thus responsible for Leo Valdez' death. He was the son of Hades. Everybody was either scared or disgusted of him. Will's command to have three days of bed rest was just a doctor doing his job. No way he'd care about Nico di Angelo.
Will
Will took a deep breath. He'd never noticed how much Nico's presence churned him up. When Nico had stated that he'd leave the camp, he had felt like he'd been thrown into a pool full of cold water, or like he'd been punched in the face.
Another deep breath. Think, Will, think. You did not fall for Nico di Angelo. You just care about him, that's it. But he knew he was lying to himself. He had never felt like this before. His world seemed to brighten up when Nico was around, what was kind of ironically, since Nico spent more time with the dead then with the living.
A scream interrupted his thoughts. There were still many injuries to cure and lives to save. He couldn't afford distractions, not as long as people needed his help. But while he bandaged lacerations, put broken legs in splints, and treated wounds, he kept thinking about Nico's expression when they had faced Octavian. When he had told him he had friends at the camp.
When he fell into his bed this evening, he still couldn't get this image out of his head.