Nico groaned, as always. He had been laying in his bed for about two hours-at least, but this time he was wallowing in his own self pity.

Why?

You could ask whoever the Hades the god of sickness was.

His nose was strangely stuffy at the moment and, no matter how much he sat there and grumbled, just wouldn't cooperate with him. First it was runny, then it was itchy, and now it was stupidly stuck on being stuffy. Nico was, no doubt, sure that it was blood red at this point. And not to mention his head. It felt like one of Jason's brick buddies decided to conk him on the head instead of Jason today. The son of darkness was also extremely sleepy and just wanted to cocoon himself into a little nest and just die there.

In other words, he was miserable. He didn't want to walk, talk, or eat. The Ghost King was nothing but a ball of sleepy sniffles.

Nico had laid there until he was sure it was about midday, wishing he would get better before a certain somebody came to check on him. A very certain somebody, who would drag him to the infirmary in two tweets of a whistle.

And, of all things today, Nico would make sure that would not happen. He loathed those disinfectant-smelling beds and the incredibly scary and sanitary needles that practically stare into your soul. It was so clean, but at the same time, so dirty. Nico could literally feel death dripping from the walls, like some impending doom. Sure, he was used to the feeling of death, but in a place where you were supposed to do anything but die?

It unsettled him.

Nico was internally grumbling about the infirmary when his eyes started to close. His eyelids grew heavy, suddenly overwhelmed with sleep.

But just when he was about to delve into darkness he heard the door open, shortly followed by a small 'click' of the door closing. Nico decided already just to give up. He didn't want to move, therefore he didn't. He just laid there, facing away from whoever had just entered. Sadly, the son of Hades had a pretty solid idea on who was standing there, seeing as most campers never dared to step foot in his cabin.

"Nico?" Nico cursed internally, it was that certain somebody-"Nico, you didn't show up at breakfast, so I thought you were asleep...but now you've missed lunch? What's wrong, Angel?"

Nico sighed, but didn't move a muscle. He knew what was coming. Wait for it...Wait for it-

"Are you feeling okay?"

There it is.

" 'M fine, Solace," Nico mumbled into his sheets. The son of Hades could feel the frown on Will Solace's face when he said that.

"Right...that's convincing," Will said sarcastically from behind him. Nico felt something heavy dip the bed beside him. He heard a sigh and felt a hand sweep his midnight-black hair behind his ear. Nico closed his eyes in bliss; Will's normally warm hands felt cold compared to his burning head.

Will stared at Nico for a minute in comfortable silence.

"Why didn't you tell me you were feeling bad?" Wil started. And here goes the rant. Will placed a hand on Nico's forehead and wrinkled his nose.

"Oh gods, you have a fever. Why in the freaking god-ruled world didn't you tell me? I'm a doctor for the gods' sake!"

"Wiwl, 'm fine-" sniff-" I probably just have a cowld or something."

He tried his best not to sound like a whiny two year old, but life was against him.

"Uh-Huh," was all Will said, in reply to Nico's utterly wimpy excuse to be left alone, "Okay, I'm sure you saw this coming, but-"

Don't say it.

"I think you need to come with me to the infirmary."

Nico didn't have the energy to protest verbally, so he settled on a loud, exaggerated groan. He made no other movements than burying his face into the burrito of his bed sheets, meaning that no power on earth was going to remove him from the comfort of his bed.

"Nico..." Will huffed, used to the boy's stubborn attitude.

"I don' t wannaaa," Nico whined tiredly. Nico turned to face his boyfriend finally, with a pleading pout on his face. If he had to do this in order to stay in his warm blankets, then he will.

Will's lips bunched to one side in consideration for one whole minute, before sighing.

"You are so lucky I'm your boyfriend," Will grumbled, then said, "Fine. I won't make you go to the infirmary, but I'm still going to nurse you back to health."

"But-"

"Doctor's orders," Will said, his smile returning, "Stay here while I go get some antibiotics and food-which you better eat."

After what seemed like ages, Will returned with a first aid kit, a couple bottles of medicine, and a canteen of nectar in one arm and a plate full of food in the other.

Will came up to Nico and sat the food on his lap with an "Eat," and then placed down his load of medical supplies on the bed. Nico watched him sort through the stuff as he timidly put a fry up to his mouth.

As much as he loved fries, the mere thought of eating it made him sick to his stomach. But he still did. For Will.

"When did this start?" Will asked, pouring nectar into a medicine cup. His eyes were calculating as he measured the slow-moving, honey-colored liquid. Nico stuck another fry in his mouth reluctantly, feeling more sick to his stomach as he ate.

"I don' know," Nico mumbled with the food still in his mouth and his nose still stuffed. He could barely breathe, and everytime he tried to, a nasty noise emitted from his nose.

He was sure he was very unattractive at the moment.

Will handed him the medicine cup with a perfect, even amount of nectar in it. He also gave Nico a pill to get rid of his headache.

"Take this and then get some rest," Will said, "Rest is the greatest way to get rid of a illness."

"Wewl, I was trywing to do that before you barged in awnd demanded me to eat," Nico complained, violently stuffing another fry into his mouth to emphasize his point. Will smiled at his boyfriend's stubborn nature, but Nico's frown deepened. His stomach wasn't agreeing with the fries.

The son of Hades quickly swallowed the pill and drank the nectar to settle the war inside his stomach, but his stomach had enough. His face went a bit pale, a soft film of white shaded his flushed cheeks.

"Tastes like dirt," he grumbled, referring to the nectar, but his heart wasn't in it. He held his stomach as it squirmed in protest to the food it received.

"That's alarming, considering that nectar is supposed to taste like your comfort food," Will commented, looking at him carefully, "Are you feeling alright?"

Suddenly, Nico lurched forward and ran out of the room towards the bathroom. Will took this as a 'no' and quickly followed.

He found Nico bent over the toilet, vomiting. All he could do to help was rub his back and say soothing things while he ejected his lunch, so that's what he did. He sat and reassured Nico that it would get better and that it was probably the flu. The son of sunshine hated to see the poor boy in this shape, but he knew how to cure it and was determined to do so.

"Want to rest now?" Will asked, and Nico nodded, stumbling to stand. Will eventually just picked him up bridal-style and carried him, but Nico didn't protest once. He was too tired and weak to be his normal self. Instead, he buried his head into his Sunshine's chest. He was now a bit freezing, and Will provided a lot of warmth.

As if he read his mind, Will lay Nico into his bed and then climbed in with him to keep him cozy. The taller boy wrapped his strong, freckled arms around Nico's tiny figure and held on tight.

"Yowr gonna get sick," Nico's mufffled voice said, his head buried into Will's chest.

"That's okay," Will smiled, "But if I do, will you take care of me?"

"I might end up killing you," Nico mumbled, almost asleep.

"You'll never get rid of me that easily," Wil chuckled and watched as Nico's eyes slowly drifted shut. The doctor bent down and gave him a soft kiss on the temple.

"Good night, Angel," Will said, "Get some sleep... I love you."

But Nico was already asleep and did not reply. He snuggled into Will until his sickness drifted away.

AN: Im pretty sure this was a request a long time ago. Sorry it took so long. It got deleted like twice and then I completely forgot about it. Hope you guys enjoyed it xoxo