Will POV

Gods, he was adorable. And he never let it on, but he was sooo cute. I would never tell him this, because he would hate me so much, but that didn't matter, because it's the thought that counts.

Oh, but some days that's never enough. Some days I just want to hug him so tight, and hold his hands, and kiss him, and always keep him with me. But that could never happen, not with Nico being so reclusive. But I'll get to him, I'll brake through his walls and I'll shine through to him.

We walked in silence to the clinic, my arm behind him, guiding him but, not touching him.

We walked through the door and I led him to a bed. He sits down and I grab my things.

"Alright, I need you to take off your shirt", I say.

"WHAT"! he shouts turning bright red.

Aww that's cute, I think while smiling at him

"Well, yeah, I've got to check your pulse, make sure your blood is still running properly and, I gotta make sure you don't have any wounds that haven't been covered up properly", I list while pointing at my fingers. I do see him tense a little at the last one and my suspicion rises, "so come on, shirt up".

He reluctantly takes off his jacket and lifts off his shirt. Got to say, not that I was looking or anything, but he's got a pretty decent body in terms of muscular capacity.

"You'd think someone who barely eats or sleeps wouldn't have such um-" ,I tried to think of a word that would suit what he looked like, he wasn't overly muscular but you could see the muscles pretty clearly

"Jacked muscle", he finishes smirking a little

"Sure", I agree and begin to work

I examine his body a little and conclude that there are lots of tiny cuts that need Band-Aids but, other then that he looked fine. I checked his pulse; it was at the lowest standard of healthy, but it'll have to do for now. And his blood seemed to be running fine, he was just de-hydrated.

"Well everything seems ok", I start slowly. "you definitely need to drink more water and have some decent food every now and again", he nods like he's come to the same conclusions before. "and I think the only reason you have 'jacked muscles' is because you don't eat and your basically anorexic", I see him look down and I can tell that's a soft spot. "Sorry, that words a bit harsh. How bout underweight".

"It makes no difference no matter what you say", he sighs in defeat. "I'm still too skinny, and too pale, I don't eat or drink and I hardly sleep because of nightmares- ", he stops himself and I get the feeling he didn't want to tell me that but, it slipped through accidentally.

I quickly whip out a note pad and scribble down some notes on his condition.

"ok, Nico doctors' orders you're staying here for three days. While you are with me you will not shadow travel or summon the dead. Is that clear", I demand quietly

He puts on a fake pout but then nods in agreement.

"All right, you sleep here tonight, and I'll be in the next room if you need me", I say. "oh, and here's your shirt back". I chuck it at him, and he pulls it back on before getting into bed.

I leave the room, then wait 15 minutes and go back in. He's fast asleep, I put a torch on top of the side table and an apple then exit again.

Hopefully, this will help with the nightmares, I think to myself.

Before I close the door, I look back at him one last time. He looked peaceful and calm, not like his normal always tense and reclusive self. This was different, he's relaxed and, well, asleep. Which I guess is a rare sight for him. I smirk to myself then close the door behind me.

I walk into the next room and slept there as I had promised him.