Thank you all for your support, and sorry if this intro is going to be a little long. I'll be having a regular uploading of Wednesday, Friday, and Sunday. And I know Part 2 is a little lengthy and boring, but I promise you next part will heat up a little. Thanks for sticking around. Enjoy.

Chapter 2:

"Okay, Angel Boy. Let's see what's wrong with you," Will walks in with the dorkiest outfit imaginable, and I love it. He's dressed in a white lab coat that goes all the way to his knees and a stethoscope that makes him look like a halloween costume doctor.

He brings it out and places it on my chest. His touch sends electricity through my body. "You're going to need to take off that aviator jacket."

I don't even register what he says until a moment later. I'm still trying to stay in control of myself. "Oh come on, is that really necessary?" I groan in mock pain. I strip off my jacket and put it on the ground. All I'm wearing is my t-shirt, but I feel so exposed.

"Doctor's orders," he commands. He keeps doing the routine checkup on me, then grabs my hand.

I recoil it as soon as he touches me. He looks me in the eye and grabs my hand again. This time I don't back away. He takes my pale hand in both of his tan hands and inspects it. I will every part of my body not to turn my hand to shadow, but while he's tossing it from hand to hand, it turns into a shadow. I curse in my mind, not wanting to show how bad my fading is.

"Wow, this is really bad. You're turning into shadows even when you're not doing anything," Will's voice is layered with concern. Then he turns to me and starts asking me questions. "How long has this been happening? Does more than your hand start to fade?"

I can barely think while he's looking at me, let alone answer the questions, but I manage to tell him truthfully. "Sometimes my whole arm fades at a time." I brace myself for his responce.

"This is not good. Take off your shirt," Will tells me without hesitating. He takes off his doctor's gown thing.

"Um, excuse me? Why am I stripping down for you?" I get defensive, which might not be the best way to hide my emotions for him, but they tumble out anyway.

He drops his gown and rolls up with Camp Half-Blood t-shirt. He rolls his eyes and huffs, "Can you just listen to me for once. I need to start healing you and it's going to take a while. So get used to it."

I bite my lip, thinking of what to do. I give him a look of pure death and take off my t-shirt. Now I really feel exposed. I look down, uncomfortable being so bare and notice how thin I am.

He looks me up and down and comments, "You're really thin, I hope you know. It's unhealthy," he points to the bed. "Lie down on the bed."

"Well I'll admit that I'm not in the most healthy state," I reply drily. Why an I even listening to Will? I've never listened to anyone before, I think as I lie down. Except Percy, of course.

I groan internally, knowing I'm sucking myself into another hopeless relationship. Except, this feels different, like there's a chance

He places his hands on my exposed stomach and I gasp audibly. I look to him with wide eyes. "Sorry, I'm not used to having physical contact."

"Well you're going to have to get over it. We'll be doing this for the next four days." I can tell he's trying to supress a smile. He seems to enjoy making me uncomfortable.

Will starts humming in Ancient Greek and I feel his hands heating up. The hotter his hands get, the more pain I feel. I almost forget about the fact that both his hands are on my stomach.

All the muscles in my body seem to be stretching past their breaking point. He keeps humming, and my body is searing in pain, but he doesn't stop. I start gasping for air, and look at Will. Even he has a strained look on his face.

I close my eyes again and try to concentrate on something else, but the pain is everywhere. I can't get comfortable, but I manage to stay relatively still.

I can feel his thoughts channeling through me, looking at all the damage to my physical body. He searches around my heart, lungs and hands to see what's wrong. I shield him away from any of my thoughts, not wanting to share any of my feelings, for him or anyone.

Will stops humming and opens his eyes. He pulls away to sit, but I'm clinging onto his t-shirt. My eyes widen and I let go, embarrassed that I was holding onto him.

He gives me a strained smile. "It's okay, that was painful to go through, even for me," he slumps into the chair facing me. "We have a lot of work to do, Angel Boy."