AN: So, I'll be differentiating between Will and Nico's thoughts by putting Nico's in bolded italics and Will's in normal italics. Thank.
That night, I return to my cabin ad curl up in my sheets. When I close my eyes, I ponder on how much everything has changed since Gaea. I remember being in so much pain. Everything looked so bleak at the time and, honestly I wanted nothing more than to fade into the shadows. Sometimes I still feel that way, but not as much anymore thanks to my friends. Jason and Hazel were the biggest help. They would distract me when I fell into my worst phases and supported me even when I was unreasonable. I owe them my life.
Even though I still have my moments of loneliness, altogether, I am happy with my life. Or, at least, I am not unhappy. A sigh escapes me and I curl up a bit tighter, falling sleep.
It has been nearly two months since I had a Tartarus nightmare. And, of course, the night I go to bed feeling happy would be the one I get a repeat of said experience. I wake up suddenly and bolt to my feet, breathing hard. I used to go to Jason for these, but he thinks I stopped having them a year ago, so I can't bother him. Instead, I shadow travel to the pavilion, not really sure where to go. From there, I walk all around camp, trying to distract myself. I don't really work. My breathing is too fast and my heart feels like it will explode. I stop at the edge off a cliff and sit down. The sky is perfectly clear allowing for a breathtaking night sky to shine through. I wish I could appreciate it.
While I'm still trying to get my breathing under control, I hear someone approach and tense. "N-Nico?" Will's soothing voice questions and I relax. "What's wrong? I felt something, I'm not sure what, but it felt like you were upset." I sigh and look down, not wanting to admit that my past still haunts me despite how much I've tried to move on. "Nico, please tell me."
I'm sorry I woke you. I clench my jaw then relax a bit, It—I had a nightmare o-of Tartarus. They don't happen nearly as often as they used to, but that just means it is that much worse when it does.
"Oh, gods, I'm so sorry, Nico. I remember you had one when you stayed at the infirmary once. Do you want to talk about it?" He asks and sits next to me.
No. I just want to forget it. A gust of wind blows, making me shiver. Will picks me up and cuddles me in his lap. I really am sorry I woke you. I didn't mean to.
"Don't apologize! You're the one who had to re-live hell. I'm glad I woke. I want to be able to be here when you need someone."
AN: I know it's a short chapter, but the next one will be from Will's POV so I decided to end it here.