General POV

"What was that about?" Will Solace asked with a curious grin.

"Something I've been meaning to do." Nico frowned, but inside he was elated. It felt like a weight had been lifted of his shoulders, one he didn't even know he had been carrying.

"Okay," Will said, giving him a strange look. He appeared to be, almost, staring into Nico's soul. Will reached out, gently, but firmly grabbing Nico's wrist. "Now you owe me three days of bed rest, di Angelo."

Nico groaned, while being dragged towards the infirmary. "Huh, fine. I guess that won't be too bad." After this, Nico sighed.

Will grinned cheekily. "Am I really that bad, Death Boy?" he inquired.

Nico gave him one of his piercing death glares. "Don't call me Death Boy. Or, trust me, I'll call you something terrible."

Will winked, sticking out his tongue. "Like what?" he asked in a mimicking tone. Will continued to drag Nico towards the infirmary.

"Sunshine, Blondie, Medical Man. Don't make me shadow-travel all the way to the Central Park," Nico snapped at Will. It was meant to be a joke, but Will's face paled.

"DON'T YOU DARE," Will quickened his pace, pulling Nico the last couple steps towards the infirmary. Will Solace continued to drag Nico di Angelo through the infirmary. Nico's wrist was starting to ache where Will was grabbing him. He was also becoming extremely tired, now that his adrenaline was fading away. Eventually, Will pulled Nico into a small room, adorned only by a small cot and a metal fold-up chair. In the corner, there was a small table.

"Now stay here, Death Boy. Don't leave until I get back. I just have a couple of patients to attend to, and then I'll be back. If you leave before then, I will personally hunt you down and double your bed rest!" Will attempted to give Nico a suspicious glare, but failed when his mouth twitched into a little grin.

Nico gave Will a pouty look. "What, you don't trust me? I thought we were friends."

Will took a sharp breath, hoping Nico didn't notice it. "He thinks we're friends," Will thought, his heart beating faster. "Why is my heart speeding up? I am pretty sure I'm straight."

Nico tapped Will on the arm, making the blonde jump, a tiny blush covering his cheeks. "Umm, Will are you okay? You were just staring off into space for a moment."

"Oh, umm yeah. Sorry about that. I best be off!" Will said. "See you later!" With that, Will walked out of the room.

...

Will walked down into the infirmary, talking to the girl at the receptionist desk. It was one of his half-siblings. "So, which patients should I help before my shift is over?" Will asked.

"Ummm, Will, you don't have a shift right now." She said.

"Well now I do, so who should I help," Will stubbornly replied.

"Stubborn teenagers," She grumbled. "Well, you can see Kayla at Room 3, Noah is in Room 7, Larry is in Room 8 (I had to drag him in, he thought he was fine..), and then, if you have time, Julian is in Room 17."

"Thanks!" Will replied cheerfully, basically skipping to the first room.

...

Nico lay there, on the cot in his room, thinking. Will was pretty cute, but did Nico like him that way? When Will grabbed Nico's arm, he had felt a small tingle going up his spine, making him extremely uncomfortable.

"Well, I guess it doesn't matter, seeing as he is two years older than me and probably straight," The boy thought.

Nico's brain tried to comprehend love, but eventually his eyelids started to sink shut, and he fell asleep with one last thought. "Well, I will just leave love and confusion to those Aphrodite kids".

...

Will walked into the room where Kayla was. "Hey, Kayla, what happened?" Will asked.

The girl glanced up, "Oh, you know, I was fighting some Roman, and arm seems to be broken. It's kinda bloody," Kayla held up her arm, and sure enough, it was bent at an odd angle. Her sleeve was soak in dark blood, making her sleeve stick to his arm.

"Ok. I can fix that," Will grinned reassuringly. He went to a cupboard and opened it, pulling out a block of ambrosia. Will also pulled out a cheese knife, which he used to cut two slices of ambrosia. Then he turned and passed them to Kayla.

The blonde, shaggy-haired girl gratefully took them, wincing as she shifted positions to eat the ambrosia.

"Thanks bro," Kayla said, as her arm slowly started to mend itself, and the blood stopped leaking out. The blonde girls eyelids closed, and within a minute, she was sound asleep.

"Get well soon, Kayla," Will said with a grin.

...

Will walked down the hallway towards the room Noah was staying in. Will felt kind of sad for Noah, he had experienced a tough childhood before camp, being raised in an orphanage, then having his entire adopted family die in a car crash. Then returning to an orphanage. He always hid in the Athena cabin, and was seldom seen outside of it.

Soon, Will reached the end of the hallway, and knocked on the door.

"If this is another one of those kids asking me to build a snowman, there isn't any snow," Noah said in a deep, dry, very flat toned voice. Will chuckled and opened the door, a small grin on his face.

Inside was a small boy wearing a plain white t-shirt. He had blonde, almost white, curly hair, that he repeatedly twisted around his finger. "Noah, I'm the doctor. Plus, nobody is allowed in here just to mess around.

"I see..." Noah said. He had a long cut on the right side of his face, stretching from around two centimeters below his hairline, to his jaw line. He also had suffered from a recent heart attack, with no explainable cause.

Will Solace gracefully reached into a drawer to pull out a roll of bandages and some ambrosia- this time already cut up. From around his neck he grabbed his stethoscope.

Will took the bandages and cut off a length of it, and pulled out some medical tape. He then walked up to near and helped attach the bandages to his ugly cut. The blonde haired boy stood there, without flinching or tensing a muscle. Next, Will gave Noah a few pieces of ambrosia. While Noah ate the ambrosia, Will put on his stethoscope.

Just as the other boy finished his ambrosia, Will said (in his usual chipper tone), "Breath!"

Will reached down his stethoscope to feel Noah's heartbeat. This was a necessary precaution, seeing as he had recently had a heart attack. The son of Apollo heard an even, slow heartbeat from Noah, and retracted the tool from the other boy's chest.

"Seems like your okay. If you feel the need, you may stay the night. If not, you have the doctor's opinion to leave," Will told Noah.

"I was already planning on leaving, with or without your permission. Quite frankly, infirmaries are rather boring. No puzzles or brain stimulation at all," Noah said, getting up and leaving the room. Will sighed and followed him out, going the opposite direction, towards the next patient's room.

Will walked down the brightly lit hallway, thinking of Nico di Angelo. That kid was pretty dark, and he seemed to prefer being alone. Nico even had this automatic reaction to flinch when someone touched him. Will wondered if anyone (and if so, who) had hurt Nico in the past. If anyone had- Will would beat the living shit out of them.

"Wait, am I being over-protective? Or weird? I mean we only just met," Will mumbled out loud.

Next was Larry. He was around 5 ft 8, and rarely talked to anyone. He had quite a tsundere personality, paired with a stoic expression. The kid was one of the strongest at camp, even through his faults.

Will sighed, opening the door to room eight. Inside, there was nothing but a swift, chilly breeze that swept through the room. 'Strange," Will thought. "The window is open."

He stood there, confused. Where was Larry? And then it dawned on him- Larry probably fled through the window. He disliked talking to people, and couldn't stand people touching him.

Will sighed again, this time much bigger and louder than before. He slammed the door and walked out into the hallway, storming towards the receptionist.

"That kid, Larry, left. If he is really that badly hurt, you can send Wendy to get him. You know her right, Sasha," Will said, remembering the orange haired girl's name. She was kinda cute, if you liked girls with hair as short as their temper.

"Which one is Wendy again?" She asked, trying not to look too upset. She always tried to be on her best behavior in front of the head for each cabin.

"Wendy is the short girl with black hair that goes down below her waist. She wears dresses..." Will replied.

"Oh. That one. Okay, I'll ask her to find and bring back Larry, or at the least bandage him," Sasha replied with a monotone voice.

"Bye," Will said, walking towards Julian's room. He couldn't stop thinking about Nico, his pale skin and cold attitude. Will kept seeing hid dark, nervous eyes, that darted around looking for threats. He also saw his warmer (but still cold) eyes that looked happy, but truly alone. Man, Will wanted to comfort that cute boy.

'Wait-cute? I don't know if I even play his way though...' Will though, extremely confused. Instead of trying to puzzle it out, he decided to just hurry on to Julian's room.

...

Nico stared at the wall, thinking about his life after the war. Leo was gone, but Nico had only known him as a crew member. Besides, Nico wasn't even sure if Leo was dead. He couldn't sense the son of Hephaestus's soul, and his death had felt weird.

Nico also had friends now, at least they said they were his friends. Nico didn't really know what friends were. Reyna, Jason, and maybe Will. Oh god, Nico hoped he and Will were friends. He couldn't really place what his feelings for Will were, whether they were platonic, romantic, or neither.

The son of Apollo was rather-well, very- cute. His blonde hair seemed to change shades as the day went on, to match the sun. He was so stubborn, and when you tried to scold or reason with him, he got the cutest expression.

Hmmm, maybe he did like the son of Apollo. He still didn't know.

Nico suddenly heard a voice yelling at him. He knew this, it was the restless ghosts, telling him of how he would never belong with anyone. Nico couldn't stand to listen to it anymore. Hopefully Will got back soon.

...

Will, finally done with Julian- who ended up needing a lot of medical attention- walked back towards Nico's room.

Once he had arrived, he knocked on the door, opening it without waiting for a response. Inside sat Nico, laying down with his shoulders hunched and his face looking pained and frustrated. Nico was breathing heavily, and his pale hands were clamped down over his ears.