Will's Prov
My lungs feel like they are dying out. I have been working for two weeks with almost no rest. It seems that everyone in the whole camp gets hurt and comes here making more work for us. Of course I never say anything and I will work as much as I need to, but I still I am human.
I sigh feeling completely stressed and overworked.
My life is usually like this, I decide to help people with their patients taking over them completely until I have so many I can barely sleep.
My legs ache and my mind is blurry, trying to tell me to get some fucking sleep. Of course I ignore my brain.
"Hey Connor, how are you feeling?" I say giving him a big smile. He opens his eyes and grins back looking like trouble, which he is.
"Good, Doctor." He says winking. I feel my face burn like it always does around men.
"Your burns seem to be healing well, but they are still pretty bad. Maybe this time you will learn not to set up fireworks by a wooden shack." I say in a motherly tone, trying to let him know the danger he put himself and others in. He laughs nodding in agreement.
"Good thing it was abandoned, right?" He laughs making me roll my eyes as I wrap bandages around his arm.
"I guess." I say sighing. "I will be back to check on you soon, don't go blowing up anymore places while i'm gone." I say walking off. He and his twin has no brains do they, I think to myself sighing.
I head over to the meds area looking for things for my next injured hands reaches for the cabinet with the supplies inside and I grab out some ambrosia for my other patient. I jump down from the stool and stretch a bit before walking over. I smile at the eleven year old girl as I sit on the stool next to her.
"Hello, Annie." I say warmly, trying to keep her trust.
She is new and arrived two days ago. She was running away from a monster trying to reach camp, sadly the monster cut her pretty bad on the arms and legs knocking her over. We were able to kill the beast and get to her before it was too late.
Sadly she doesn't talk much and always looks scared. She reminds me of myself when I first arrived.
"Can I look at your arms?" I ask nicely. She nods holding out her boney limb, which is covered in white bandages. I slowly and carefully take them off revealing her wounds which have been stitched. They look better, they are not swelling and seem to be healing. The ambrosia is working well.
"I am gonna ask you a few questions so bear with me, okay?" I ask pulling out my clipboard that has all my patients on it. I flip to her and look back over into her eyes smiling. Her grey eyes radiate with fear, but also sorrow. Freckles splattered on her cheeks and her long black hair falls around her like rivers.
"Okay, one out of ten how much pain are you in?" I say trying to make her not have to talk. She looks up at me and lifts an eight. I smile. Better than a ten, I think looking on the bright side.
"Okay, how much have you been sleeping, a lot, one or not at all, two?"
She lifts one finger, her arms still limp at her side.
"Good, good." I say. "Okay that's all I need right now." I say nodding to her.
I get up to leave, but I feel a little hand grab my shirt holding me back. I turn around to see her looking at me with tears in her eyes.
"Is everything alright? What do you need?" I ask my face reflecting concern.
Her fingers gives me a sign to move closer. I lean over until my ear reaches her mouth, stopping an inch from.
"Who is my godly parent? Th-they said I was claimed when I passed out." She whispers her voice shaking. I get up looking shocked.
"No one told you?" I ask, my eyes wide. She nods. "Oh, I'm sorry how inconvenient. You are the daughter of Hecate. The goddess of magic."
She looks up at me light reflecting from her eyes.
"Like Harry Potter." She says a smile growing. I feel a laugh form in my throat that pushes out into the real world.
"Yes, like Harry Potter without the castle." I say laughing. Her smile slowly disappears as she lays back down, wincing in pain. I sigh feeling like her pain is my fault. I guess her healing will take a little longer, mentally and physically. What happened to her mother must still haunt her. We found her mother in the car that was crashed into a tree in the forest. They didn't run into the tree, they were thrown into it. Her mom was without a doubt dead.
"Solace." A familiar voice says. I recognize it immediately my heart fluttering.
"Hello, di Angelo." I say turning around to see the pale son of Hades staring at me. I smile at him until my eyes go to his neck. There is a big scratch across it that most likely means there is more.
"What the hell happened, Deathboy?" I say my doctor aka crush instinct acting up.
"What do you mean?" He asks getting defensive.
"Your neck is scratched and pretty bad. Im asking what happened." I say putting my hands on my waist. He shrugs trying to ignore me.
"I fell, no big deal." He says trying to shake it off. "Also speaking of harm, when was the last time you slept? You're starting to look like me." He says grinning. I scowl a bit hating when he insults himself. Also hating how observant he always has notice things like that. One time I was upset, but put on a smile like always. Which's gets people all the time, but he saw right through it immaturity asking what's up.
"I have been busy lately." I reply awkwardly. He raises an eyebrow making me nervously come up with a new topic. "Oh um this is Annie, she is new to camp." I say trying to change the subject.
"Yeah, I know." He says looking at her smiling. Well as much as the son of Hades will.
"Oh right, I forgot. Annie this is the boy that killed the monster and saved your life." I say smiling at her and at the fact the sleeping topic is gone. Her eyes go to him and lights up.
"I wouldn't go that far." He says awkwardly rubbing his neck. "I mean the creature got to her before I could keep her from getting injured. I wouldn't really count the-"
"Thank you!" She says pulling him into a hug. I watch as all his muscles go tense at the contact, he makes a small, but quiet gasp that she doesn't notice. She lets go leaning her back, back on the wall. He smiles awkwardly.
"Uh no-no problem." He says his muscles relaxing a bit. She whinces, but keeps a smile up as she lays back down pulling the covers up. I give a warm smile.
"Now you need some rest." I say. "It's the best for healing, plus if you wanna start magic like Harry you need to be healthy first." I say. When I mention the boy who lived she quickly shuts her eyes her smile widening making me feel all warm inside.
"Goodnight." She says looking up at Nico before shutting her eyes for good. I smile and turn to Nico my insides turning. When I look at him I expect to see him smiling, but when I turn over he looks sad and his eyes reflect with guilt. I raise an eyebrow, but he throws the look off to show his normal emotionless expression. Then starts walking out of the building making me run after him.
"Nico, hey wait!" I call out. He turns around and raises an eyebrow at me. "Dude what the hell, what's been up with you?" I ask breathing loudly.
"I am fine." Is all he says. I feel annoyance radiating off me.
"Okay, one that's bullshit, too that's bullshit and three tha-"
"I said i'm fine, okay." He hisses interrupting me. I give him a look that he ignores bringing up something to change the subject.
"You should be worrying about yourself, you are over working and it will hit you soon. You need sleep." He says. I grunt feeling attacked and just pissed, also concerned all at once. Oh the mind of a teen.
"Damn it Nico, stop trying to change the subject!" I shout annoyed. "How am I supposed to help myself when you're not even helping yourself?." He scowls rolling his eyes. "You have a cut on your neck and wrist, which really scares the shit out of me for one thing! Then you make a sad look and block me off again! I am your friend Nico!" I twitch at the word friend. "You can trust me you're not alone anymore."
He looks up at me and sighs.
"I said i'm fine."