Down the beach, while I was looking for a place where Nico and I would be safe from monsters I found a shack. Perfect, it may not be a palace but it'll do. I thought to myself as I made my way back to Nico. And finally after what seemed like hours I eventually dragged him into the shack and sat down covered in sweat. "You're heavier than you look." I muttered to no one, "Oh great now I'm talking to myself!"

"Not necessarily." I heard Nico mutter quietly and I looked up at him, he groaned, "Geez I haven't felt like this in a long time." "What do you mean?" I asked him as he stared at the ceiling, and he sighed, "I mean I haven't been this useless in a while, I mean you had to lug my butt into this shack." I laughed as I started to look around, there was about two rooms, and a kitchen. No bathroom.

I've gotten used to living without one, but you can't help but get hopeful.

In one of the room I found a first-aid set and I smiled,

"Nico, I found a first-aid set!"

"That great, do you know how to use it?!" he yelled back.

And I shrugged and then whispered, "Maybe how hard could it be?"

"I heard that!"

I couldn't help but laugh at his words; I pulled him to the room and helped him to the bed. "You okay so far?" He nodded, even though his forehead was beaded with sweat. I looked at his jacket and sighed, "This thing is so ripped up I don't think you can wear it anymore." Nico sighed and frowned, "That jacket and I have been through a lot…" then I helped him take it off and I sighed, "I'm sorry but I'm going to have to take off your shirt too."

Nico didn't seem too embarrassed by this; he seemed more annoyed, "Fine, will I have to get rid of my shirt too?" "Sadly." He frowned at me and his face was clear, just get it over with. Was the message I got from it. I removed his shirt; I had to keep my jaw closed.

He was RIPPED! This did two things

distract me from the task at hand

make a mental note never to get into a fight with him

He painfully sat up and I look at the claw marks, they had dug into his skin pretty deep and I looked at him with compassion, "This is going to hurt." He simply nodded as I pour the medicine to clean the wound over is back. He winced and arched his back, his fists clenched and then he slowly relaxed again. "Okay Nico, the worst is over, I'm sorry that hurt so much."

He looked at me over his shoulder and stared at me, "It's fine, with wounds everything hurts." He looked at the wall in front of him again and muttered: "Well at least the worst is over." Then I wrapped his wounds with a bandage which meant I had to go all around his chest. Again, I had to look at him and he looked at me teasingly, "By the way you're turning red." This comment, of course, made me blush more. "Shut up."

He laughed and finally I was done. I looked around for a shirt and found a black shirt with the word "No." A smile crossed my face as I threw it at him and as Nico looked at the shirt he smirked in approval, "Who ever used to live here had good taste." I rolled my eyes and walked to the other bedroom.

It had a mirror, and when I looked into it I sighed.

My stupid, semi-curly brown hair was a mess, my red shirt was ripped and dirty in numerous places, and my golden eyes seemed almost washed out. I looked terrible, how people live with mirrors, constantly reminding you of your flaws, will always be a mystery to me. I leaned on the mirror and sighed, then sat on the bed and thought about my stupid life. Then I remembered the cliff.

Okay winds make it breezy in here. I willed and suddenly it felt like there was a fan blowing my hair, whoa.

I went out and sat on the beach, the salty air refreshing me as I looked down at all of my scars. There were ones that were faded, others were still healing, but they all were there. I picked up one of the stones and threw it across the waves on the ocean and it sailed into the sunset.

"Nice throw." I turned to find Nico standing behind me; I turned and looked back at the ocean. If it hadn't of been for me leaving that cave then Nico wouldn't have had those wounds on his back…The winds around me started blowing fiercer than before.

Still he walked up to me, "Thanks for getting me all fixed up." He said to me and I refused to return his gaze, "If it hadn't of been for me I wouldn't have had to have done that." He said nicely, "Look, it wasn't your fault, Faith look at me." I didn't and he reached over and gently brought my chin in his direction so I'd have to look at him.

When I finally did look into his eyes he murmured, "I'm not mad." Then the winds around us died and he smiled lightly, he let his hand drop and he looked out over the ocean, "So, do you want to go back to camp? It's a place where you'd be safe from monsters. Look I'm not making you come with me, it's your choice. Can you just tell me before tomorrow afternoon? Because if you've made up your decision to come with me you can come, if you don't tell me or you don't want to I'll leave on my own."

Then he walked away, and I found myself wanting to follow him. I wanted to learn more about Nico, and why he saved me…

I looked at him walking back to the shack and I said, "I'll go with you Nico!" he looked over his shoulder and I caught a smile on his face then he kept on walking. Yep, I defiantly wanted to know more about him. That I was sure about.