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The first thing the demon boy needed was a bath, Will decided. He couldn't feed him in the current passed-out state and he didn't know if giving him food through an IV drip would work. The boy seemed malnutrition but demons didn't die as long as they had some kind of food. What the boy needed was to get all the grease and grime off his body so when he regained consciousness he would be calmer not seeing the remains of the dungeon on himself. The bath would relax him and speed up the healing.
After finally reaching his loft, Will carried the boy inside, glad that he lived away from civilisation, surrounded only by trees and more trees. In medical school Will had seen naked patients, so he had no trouble stripping the boy out of his clothes. He couldn't help flinching and looking away at the sight of the bruises and cuts littering his chest and legs. Major injuries, like stab wounds and broken bones healed fast, but the creatures bruised and bled like humans. For a second Will forgot that his guest wasn't a human being. He ran a warm bath with bubbles and as gently as he could lowered the boy inside.
He couldn't leave him, of course, because any moment the boy could sink under the surface – could demons drown? The water came all the way to the boy's skinny shoulders and Will kept his arm around them, holding the boys head up and scrubbing him clean with his free one. Washing his hair had been tricky but eventually there was no visible dirt, so Will let him rest in the warmth of the water. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy.
After about half and hour Will lay the boy's head back against the tub and ran out of the room to grab him some clean clothes. He threw open his wardrobe and grabbed a white t-shirt. His pants were all too big for the boy, so he just took a pair of fresh boxers and prayed to god they would stay put. When he got back into the bathroom, the boy was awake. Will didn't think the boy registered anything though. His eyes were half-closed and he was staring emptily at the bubbles in front of him. Will knelt down next to the tub. The boy looked at him with his pitch black eyes – the whites stood out and his pupils were huge. He didn't even seem to register Will, and when the older boy picked him out of the bath his eyes fell shut again.
Like Will expected the boxers were too big, but they would have to do. The shirt, which was tight on Will, fell to the boy's mid-thigh. Will wished he could cover the bruises with something. Even though he was against violence, he could have killed Octavian at that moment. He lay the demon boy in his bed, and smoothed his dark, still damp hair away from his forehead. Will wasn't sure what the boys psychological state was, and he hopes he would listen to reason when he woke up.
If he woke up.
Nico woke up to realise a few things, which are as follows:
One, he wasn't in the cold, dinghy cell he fell unconscious in which therefore meant that he had died, which was bad, or his father had decided to rescue him, which was worse – because he would expect something in return.
Two – that option was quickly eliminated when Nico noticed the guy sleeping in a chair next to the – very soft and comfortable – bed. Nico couldn't remember any demon or demon hunter with broad shoulders, blonde hair and a light dusting of freckles. He also didn't know a demon or a demon hunter that would be stupid enough to fall asleep next to him.
Three – he was in a lot of pain. Before, in the cell, he had gotten used to the pain and he went numb, so he couldn't feel it. Now the pain had lessened but the numbness had gone away, and he felt like his joints were on fire, like his spine was being ripped out of his back and like acid had been thrown in his face, all at once.
Nico glanced down at his hands – his fingers were long and pale, and his hands were very bony. He was past the hungry stage – now the thought of food made him feel nauseous. He looked at the man sleeping next to the bed. If he wanted to escape he had to do it now – the guy looked like he could break Nico in half like a pencil. Nico threw the covers off his body and started making his way to the doors. He made it two steps into the hall when his body shuddered violently and he fell to his knees. He was shaking so badly his teeth were chattering, and bile rose in his throat. The world spinned and he cried out as pain blasted out of every organ in his body.
He vaguely heard the blonde guy ran out of the doors and yell something to him, but his words were muffled, as if Nico was underwater. And then it seemed as if he really was, the current dragging him down as he was slowly enveloped in a protective, safe darkness of the depths.
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