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NICO'S POV

I can't help but smile when Will runs into the cabin, at least internally. Even with a knife at my neck. He's trying to be such a hero. I suppose all of us at camp are heroes in our own ways, though.

"Hey, Will. Nice of you to leave the infirmary to visit me," I joke, smirking.

A smile smile creeps on his face, barely noticeable.

"Shut up," the Roman says next to me. The tip of his knife presses into my neck a little harder, piercing my skin slightly, causing small shocks of pain. "If you shout for help, he dies."

"Why are you here, fellow Roman?" Will asks in a calm tone.

"This boy here killed my buddy, Octavian. He deserves a painful fate," he responds, baring his teeth.

"Aw, come on, we just made up with your camp," Will complains.

"Under Reyna, yes. I saw what you did too, Solace. You let Nico launch Octavian at Gaea."

"I- well, yeah, I guess that's true," Will responds. "Technically, in his own way he did save the camps. You should be thanking Nico."

My heart sinks. Will knows that I let Octavian dies. He will see me as that Hades kid that everyone hates. I just know it.

The darkness roils over me and the ground starts to shake. A skeletal hand shoots up out of the ground.

"Stop!" Both the Roman and Will yell.

That little summoning makes my hands shake. Combined with the darkness that has started to come into the tips of my mind and the weakness of the battle, I realize I am still weak. The room starts to sway and I know I'm swaying along with it.

"Stop it! Or this knife's going straight through your throat!" The Roman's voice sounds a little tinny, far away, muffled.

I stop, not because of the Roman, but because if I raised that skeleton, I might be knocked unconscious.

"Please! Michael Kahale is the one you want to pick a fight with. Go back to California! He's the one who actually launched him!" Will shouts.

The Roman boy chuckles. In the dimly lit room, it's a little eerie. "I've already taken care of him. He won't be sponsored by anyone ever again."

Another wave of disorientation flows through me as the skeletal hand disappears into the ground. I feel the room spinning and I sway again.

Will can see there's something wrong. With his eyes slowly meeting mine. I feel a little better. A little healed. Maybe it's a gift from Apollo that Will gained, like Reyna's power of lending strength?

His eyes start to look around, fully taking in the situation. He's analyzing, figuring out how to get me out.

The Roman presses the knife deeper into my neck and I grit my teeth in pain.

"Slowly, slowly," the Roman mutters to me.

"Please," Will pleads. It's strangely uncharacteristic of him to plead rather than to fight. I force myself to look at him and I swear I see a mischievous look in his eyes. "He saved the gods in the Titan War, you know," he says quietly. "Without him we would have been massacred."

The Roman shrugs. "Down with the Greeks, good for the Romans."

"You fought in that war!" Will shouts, looking distressed.

"We handled the Titans just fine," the Roman boy responds.

I close my eyes as the blade stays just piercing my skin. I can feel the trickle down my neck.

Suddenly, a shrill sound reaches my ears. The Roman is completely taken by surprise and I muster all my energy into kicking the knife from his hand. My ears still ring with the sonic whistle that Will made as a distraction, but I scuttle away from the Roman quickly.

Footsteps approach from outside the cabin and I see half of the Apollo cabin outside the open door, weapons at the ready. The golden glow of their arrows blind me temporarily. Blinking rapidly and fighting to stay conscious from the magic and the small blood loss, I watch them take the Roman boy away.

Will hurries over to me.

"You hanging in there, Death Boy?" He asks gently as he takes my pulse. I feel a flash of annoyance. Ugh, really? Again with the Death Boy nickname?

I flinch at the physical contact with him. Will pulls away for a few seconds in surprise. Then his face becomes slightly closed off.

"Come on, Nico. I need to see how you're doing." He reaches for my wrist and this time I don't flinch. "Even Death Boy should be afraid of death."

I just stare, unable to nod. I try to speak anyway. "Don't- "

"Don't call you Death Boy, I know," Will interrupts, giving a laugh. He frowns growing more serious. "You shouldn't try to speak yet."

He smiles again, which is more angelic and savior-like than the appearance of the Apollo cabin. I can practically see a golden glow around him. All the members of the Apollo cabin slowly shuffle out, leaving just Will and me.

In the doorway, one of the kids tells Will that they'll take care of the Roman boy. He leaves and Will turns his attention back to me.

With a gentle touch, he slips his fingers under my back and legs, carrying me. I don't flinch this time.

"Back to the infirmary we go," he says. He carries me outside and I shiver as a cool breeze blows by. I lean closer to Will's warm body instinctively.

Even in the darkness of night, I can feel him flush. "Don't get too comfortable, di Angelo," he scolds jokingly. Our trip isn't that long," he whispers.

He sets me down on a bed in the infirmary and goes to grab supplies. I close my eyes and sigh.

I hear Will come back to my bedside, but I don't open my eyes. Instead I feel his presence, his strong life force.

He tells me quietly, "Eat some ambrosia."

His hands slowly press an ambrosia square to my lips. As I munch on it, I taste the cookies that Bianca often snuck to me when the kids at Westover Hall took all the cookies at the celebrations the school had. It was a bittersweet, like it always is when I eat ambrosia. The pain of that memory, but the deliciousness of Bianca's sisterly affection. I tear up every time and this time is no exception.

Water passes through my lips next, quenching my dry throat.

"Hey, are you crying?" Will asks. He's cleaning my neck wounds, cleaning and applying bandages.

"Um, no," I reply defensively.

Before I put my hand up to hastily brush the tears away, Will's fingers do the trick. It's hard to imagine that a hand that can so fearlessly launch a killing arrow and a hand that can play musical instruments with ease can be so soft. Hardened by working, but still soft on my face. He was meant for healing, not just in the physical way, but I can sense him healing me somehow internally, too.

Not that I'd ever say anything.

"Got scared for a second that you'd die on me, Death Boy," he admits. "That Roman was just so... unpredictable."

I keep my eyes closed. "Yeah, me too," I reply.

He's finished applying bandages. He has no reason to stay now.

"It's late," I whisper. "You should sleep, Will."

"We both should. Yet we're not," he murmurs.

I can't help but agree with him.

He brushes the hair falling over my eyes. I don't feel the need to shrink away from his touch. My hair has grown longer on the quest, along with more confidence, a slight growth spurt, and new understanding of my powers.

Someone enters into the infirmary none too quietly. I can hear their footsteps as they search around.

"Hey, we're having a counselor meeting tomorrow afternoon." My eyes flutter open. I know his voice. It's the voice that I've been thinking about for years, who was annoyingly attractive; the voice belongs to Percy

He must not have found us until I looked at him. The light illuminates the blush on his cheeks.

Will reacts first. "It's not- " He moves away from me, blushing almost as deeply. "Um, your bandages are all, uh, working."

"Wow, I'm glad they... work," I say pathetically in reply. "We'll be there, Percy." I'm probably more flushed than both of them combined.

"Um, okay," Percy replies awkwardly. "Can I talk to Nico alone?"

"No!" I exclaim, a little too forcefully. "I mean- "

"What he means is that he kind of needs his rest right now, Percy," Will cuts in.

"Oh, um, yeah. See you at the meeting then." Percy quickly shuffles out of the room.

I groan loudly in his absence.

Will doesn't say anything, so we just stay in an awkward silence.

Finally, he breaks it. "I should- "

"Yeah, get some sleep," I tell him. He brushes back his blond hair and he gives me a small smile.

I close my eyes, wanting to capture that smile so that I can replace it over Percy's.

AN:

Thanks for reading, everyone! Don't forget to review, favorite, follow, etc. Don't you want to know the fate of the Roman and what the counselor meeting will be like? ;)

I STARTED A NEW FANFICTION- It's a collection of random One Shots. It's called Doctor's Orders. PLEASE CHECK IT OUT! xx

Wow, that was REALLY fun to write and type up! I did it during school, bits here and there. This story is turning out to be AWESOME! It's nice to explore their relationship!