Part 2

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"I want my own room," Nico said, watching Will and a deathly-silent nurse wheel him away, Percy and Blond Giant following on their heels.

"And I wanted to never see you again. Looks like we'll both be disappointed," Will muttered, though he didn't know why he said that. The prideful part of him didn't want to see Nico again. He was a little miffed when he looked back at it, being called naive to his face when he was certainly not so. The rational part of him knew to stay clear of Nico and all things to do with that dangerous gang. However, the deep down part of him wanted a chance to get his lips on those magical ones, to hear his snarky comments and feel his soft skin. Well, today he was getting the latter of the three desires, he supposed.

Will wheeled him to the most deserted area of the ER, though. It was purely to keep from scaring the other patients, that was all.

"Get me an ultrasound so I can see what I'm doing here," Will said to the second nurse that had joined them. "Please."

She smiled tersely, though Will figures she'd hardly heard his hastily added manners. She was smiling because she didn't want killed by Percy and Blond Giant.

"What happened to you?" Will asked.

"We really don't need to do this," Nico snorted, begging to cross his arms over his chest but then cursing as it caused pain.

Will rolled his eyes. "We really do. I have to report any gun shot wound to the police. So. Explain."

Nico looked are his two large men and they all threw this heads back in laughter. "I thought you said you knew this guy."

Nico tried to keep from jostling his shoulder to a minimum as he laughed. "I do. Still as fruity as he was then."

Will glared, pressing into his wound a bit harder. That sobered Nico up. Just then, the nurse brought his equipment.

"I'm going to numb up your leg with a needle. Then I'm going to stitch it up. Okay?" Will asked, and Nico nodded. "Great. Now will you please tell your goons to leave? You're not bleeding out and unless I slip, you won't be."

"That's a horrible joke," Nico gaped, but he looked to his goons anyway. "Go check on my sister. I'm good here."

They were confused. "But-,"

"Go! It's not like I can't defend myself," Nico rolled his eyes. Will looked at him expectantly, trying to pinpoint any obvious weapons. Nico only smirked, holding up his hands in defense. "Nothing to worry your pretty little head about, Dr. Solace."

Reluctantly, the two large men parted ways, leaving Will feeling much more relaxed. He blew out a breath of air as he pulled back the gauze. The bleeding had stopped, but it left a gaping wound in its path. "So. What happened?" Will asked as he took the needle of numbing medicine and began numbing around the wound. When Nico blew out a hot breath of air, eyes on the ceiling, Will felt like not giving him any numbing at all he was so annoyed. "If you truly must, make up a story."

Nico opened his mouth, ready to surely do just that, but then the nurse excused herself, and it was just the two of them. Instantly, his touch man façade dropped and Nico crumpled in on himself, letting a small whimper escape, the sound of which nearly broke Will's heart. "Nico?" Will asked, all signs of irritation gone. He rolled his chair closer to Nico, hand on his waist. "What hurts?"

"I-it's nothing," Nico shuddered, still bending over his stomach. Will moved his hand to his back, rubbing soothing circles despite knowing he shouldn't be touching a patient in that way.

"Nico. Let me help."

"I'm fine," Nico hissed, glistening eyes sending waves of hatred toward him. "I just got kicked. You can't help."

"Let me check for internal bleeding, at the least. Just a little gel and pressure," Will said, rolling the previously deposited ultrasound machine closer. Nico's eyes considered the large machine hesitantly. To prove his point, Will turned it on and put gel on his own wrist, showing Nico his veins and arteries and muscles in the wrist. "Okay?"

Nico nodded, stiffly unbending himself and raising up his shirt. The gel made him shiver, but Will was thankful that was the worst news of that procedure. Internal damage was the worst injury to catch late. "You're good. Just bruising," Will sighed with relief, patting his slightly discolored, toned, tattooed abs instinctively. When both he and Nico stiffened, he pulled his hand away and cleared his throat. "Want me to get you something for the pain?"

Nico shook his head, biting his lip. Will's own stomach furled, hating seeing him in any type of pain. Nevertheless, Will went back to focusing on the stitches in his leg. They were high up on his legs. "Where did your pants go?" Will asked, remembering that he never had to deal with taking off tight jeans to get to the wound. When he looked up, however, Nico was staring over Will's shoulder, not looking directly at him.

"Lost em," he mumbled.

Will frowned, not liking the ideas of how he lost them that filtered into his head. Thankfully, his underwear were still intact, though one side would definitely have a large slash through them. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"Off the record?" Nico asked suspiciously. Truthfully, Will had meant on the record. He needed something to put in the reports. However, Will wondered why he'd asked if this was off the record. Part of him hopedwondered if Nico needed somebody to talk to. It was probably the same part that still wanted to kiss him.

"Of course," Will nodded, eyes flicking back and forth between each stitch. Nico took his time answering.

"Another gang took our new shipment of guns. So we went to take them back. Nobody's seen me yet, right? Hades kept my identity a secret all my life, so. I was the distraction. Hence the lack of pants. We got most of our guns out while they were ogling at my butt," Nico scoffed, rolling his eyes. Will scowled. He didn't like that. Even he didn't get a great view of Nico's butt, and the hot little Italian given him head. "But when I wouldn't do more than a striptease, they got suspicious. Those two beat me up pretty good, huh? I got out on my own, but when the truck was coming to pick me up, they landed a shot in my shoulder. Then they shot out our tires. We took care of them and stowed the guns away to grab later. I'm sure Hades already has men on that now."

Will cursed under his breath, beginning the last round of stitches on the top layer of his thigh. "Jesus, Nico. They gave you a high risk job for being the, er, prince or whatever."

"Prince?" Nico threw his head back and laughed. "Haven't you watched any movies, Solace? Princes are handsome. Do I look handsome to you?"

Will smirked, trying and failing to hide all signs that Nico's beauty affected him in any way. "Handsome is too boring for you," Will decided, tying off the last stitch. His eyes scanned over Nico in all his glory. He was more fit than Will remembered, but he was still overall lean and tiny. He was at least half a head shorter than Will, but that didn't take away from the power he radiated off that dark smirk of jet-black hair. His eyes always offered a seductive challenge. Of course, his high cheek bones and heart shaped face added in the touch of beauty that made him truly look angelic. "You were hot the night we first met, but tonight…tonight you're beautiful."

Nico had not been expecting that answer, and it seemed to relieve him of some pain as he uncurled from himself to laugh. "Are you sure you're not the one who got beat up today?"

Will blushed, but he grinned and looked at his shoulder instead of saying more. Will worked with the ultrasound again as he located the bullet. It didn't seem to be very deep. "I numbed you, but you'll still feel pressure from me poking around in there. It'd be best to not look."

"Okay," Nico said and shifted his gaze onto Will's. It wasn't a soft look by any means, but it wasn't the meanest he'd received from him. Will decided to ignore his burning stare. "Are you okay? Like, okay-okay?"

Nico snorted, causing him to jostle some of Will's equipment. "You're very articulate for a doctor, you know that?"

Will sent him an annoyed glare. "Don't avoid the question."

Nico sighed. "I have to be. It's my life." Will stiffened at that, but he knew better than to say a word. "It's not really me, but it is my family, and it'll be my job to run it someday."

"What about your sister?" Will asked. "Is she younger than you?"

"No." Nico said, and then shook his head. "I mean, yes."

"You don't sound sure," Will raised an eyebrow, biting on his lip as he finally grasped the bullet.

"I had an older sister, too. She, uh, died," Nico sighed. Once the bullet was out, he grunted, and Will plunged gauze into his arm to soak up any excessive bleeding. Will wanted to say he was sorry, but Nico seemed like the type to have heard that more than enough times. Instead, he held up the bullet.

"Pretty badass. Want to keep it?"

Nico smirked, leaning in closer to inspect it. His face was inches from Will's now, but he couldn't pull away. He couldn't bring it in himself to seem more like a coward. Instead, he scooted just barely closer, so that the bullet was almost the only thing between them. Not being able to help himself, Will's eyes flickered to Nico's.

"I already have one," Nico said, making no moves to pull away. Will tried to hide his shock. "Want to see?"

Without waiting for a response, he turned over, groaning slightly but still let his butt become expose. There was a discolored circular scar in his left butt cheek. Will gasped, hoping Nico took it to be in shock. In actuality, it was sort of due to that scar. Nico would be the only guy that could make a scar like that hot, and it certainly was. Not to mention, his butt was perky and full and right below Will's face. It took every bit of control let in Will not to firmly grasp his bubble butt in his hands.

Nico turned over far too soon, making their faces even closer than before. "Well?"

"Badass," Will muttered, shaking his head in disbelief at his word vomit. "You should really be more careful."

"Aw, but then I won't have any more excuses to come see you," Nico batted his eyes, looking at him with an innocence that he definitely had to be fake.

"You're telling me you got shot on purpose?" Will scoffed, eyes falling to his lips. Nico raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe."

Then, the sound of the intercom calling a doctor to the OR snapped Will out of his fog. Clearing his throat, he rolled back a bit. "Right. Well, it won't matter. You're my patient. No romantic interests with my patients allowed."

Nico sat back, eyes full of mirth as he practically purred. Will tried to handle the stitches with more roughness than before, but he had trouble causing harm to any patient, let alone someone as beautiful as Nico. "Not romantic. Purely sexual."

Will scoffed. "Well then I'm certainly not interested."

"You were the other night."

Will faltered. "Doesn't matter. Not anymore."

Nico threw his head back, laughing like that was the most insane thing he'd heard in months. It may very well be because even Will didn't believe that. "Alright, Sunshine. Keep playing hard to get. It's fine. I always get what I want in the end."

That was possibly the scariest statement he'd ever heard come out of Nico's mouth.

Will avoided looking at his eyes further, knowing how easy it would be for Nico to make him crave. He finished up the stitches with as much care and efficiency he could manage. When he stood, he stared at the chart as he spoke. After explaining what he could and could not do, Will forced Nico to give him some sort of story. Nico said he fell on his gun, giving him a stare one would give a child. Will tried to hide his blush and failed. "Alright. Well…be more careful, Mr. di Angelo."

"Nico," he corrected with a smirk, knowing how much he got to Will.

"Nico," Will said, feet glued to the ground. When he pushed the curtain aside, Will was faced with five huge people. "Ah. Uh, hello. Ni – Mr. di Angelo is doing fine. A nurse will come over with release forms soon."

The girl in front who owned a glare that made Will wanted to kill himself sighed with relief, making Will therefore relax slightly. However, there was a blonde girl behind her with an unmoving expression. "Jason, let Hades know. McClean and Percy, go back and sit with Hazel. Leo…I suppose you can come with me. Someone needs to find Annabeth."

"I'll do that," Percy said. "She practically turns invisible in shootouts. Annoying as fuck…" The five people dispersed in all different directions. Without sparing Will another word, the Latina girl who still looked like she was about to make Will pee his pants moved past him into Nico's area. Nico let out a loud groan, trying to push her away. Satisfied with his irritation, Will left.

Served him right for trying to seduce Will a second time.

. . .

It was a week later when Nico became a true problem. Will had been doing fine running about the ER doing trauma. He was only thinking about Nico with every knife or gunshot wound. It wasn't a big deal. He could handle it.

When Lou insisted he take a break one slow day, she dragged him up to the ICU. "Cecil works up here. He has a patient who's been in a coma for over a year. Nobody ever visits him, and it's the most peaceful place in the hospital," Lou explained as they walked past room after room, all full of 'sleeping' patients and their families. A lot of rooms had nobody in them, unfortunately, even though it was the middle of visiting hours.

They were almost there, at the darkened corner of the ICU where almost nobody had families visiting, but then Will spotted a lone person, head resting on the bed.

Nico.

"Uh, I'll catch up with you later, Lou," Will muttered, to which Lou cursed him and left.

Will leaned his head against the glass door, pondering making his presence known. In the end, it didn't matter because Nico let out a tired sigh. "You can come in, Will."

"Oh. I didn't – sorry," he muttered, but he stepped inside anyways. Will stood on the opposite side of the bed as Nico. There were dark rings under Nico's eyes as he raised his head, and his hair looked a wreck. "You need sleep."

Nico's eyes never left the girl in the bed. She was a beautiful girl with dark, smooth skin and tight curls that only enhanced her young beauty. "This is your sister," Will noted, not having any doubt in his statement. Nico finally spared him a glance, raising his eyebrow in question. "You both look like angels," he clarified, to which Nico's cheeks finally gained some color, even if he laughed at the statement after.

"Yeah. She won't wake up," Nico rubbed at his face, leaving his head in his hands after. Will's eyes jumped to her chart, quickly skimming the case. He let out a breath of air.

"It says she's in a medically induced coma. They'll let her wake when they feel her body has healed enough," Will explained. Nico's brows pinched, and Will felt irritated with this girl's doctor. He was sure this treatment was superb, but clearly nothing had been explained to the family. "She was shot multiple times, right? Well, her body went through a lot of shock to begin with, and then when she went through hours of multiple surgeries, she needs to rest. Her organs need help dealing with the trauma."

Nico pursed his lips. "So, she'll wake up?"

Will ran a hand through his hair. "Most likely. There's always a chance with any surgery that the patient might not wake, but that's very rare. You shouldn't worry about that."

"What should I worry about?" Nico asked, eyes skimming over her bandaged body. She'd received five gun shot wounds, all in different parts of her body. It was a miracle she'd made it this far, truthfully.

Will spoke hesitantly. "You should thank the heavens she's made it this far. It's a good sign."

Nico's eyes were wet, making the dark brown in them glisten. "Okay," he nodded. When he breathed, it was shaky. "Okay."

"You should sleep," Will nodded. "They'll let you know when she's ready to wake up."

"She shouldn't be alone," Nico muttered, grasping her hand in his own. "She never should have been there in the first place. Too young."

Will agreed, but he also felt Nico shouldn't have been out there either, and he was certainly not young. "How old were you when you first went 'out there?'"

Nico looked up at him through wild curls. His hair was gorgeous. Will could still remember grabbing it, feeling like this was the softest thing in the world. "Sixteen. I was always supervised, though, like Hazel. Frank was watching her. He got knocked out pretty bad first, so I guess I shouldn't blame him as much as I do."

"Why did you just have to complete your…initiation or whatever?" Will asked, leaning against the wall with mild interest.

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you," Nico teased, but his heart wasn't in it. Will humored him anyways and laughed. "I'm twenty-one now. It's something we do to celebrate instead of going out and getting plastered because…well, all the bars here know most of the members. They'll give any of us alcohol to keep their heads on their shoulders."

Nico should not have been smirking so smugly.

"Oh."

"It's also to make sure they can trust us to lead missions," Nico explained. "Obviously, my first mission didn't go too well. I never should have trusted Hazel with Frank. He's just normally so protective of her."

"Where is he now?"

"I sent him home. The longer I'm around him, the more I want to strangle him," Nico muttered, rubbing his hands together. "The only reason Hades didn't kill him is because Hazel's in love with him."

"Is he in love with her?" Will asked, unsure why he was so intrigued. This was a murderous family, and he was getting all the juicy details. He wondered if Nico did plan to kill him after this. Surely he didn't just tell this to anyone.

"Yes," Nico gritted his teeth, obviously not pleased with that. "She's nineteen, but Frank is twenty-three. We don't know what he's waiting for, but I guess they're practically together anyways. Spend all their fucking time together…"

Will snorted. "Well that's a relief. I thought she was fifteen," he sighed. Nico rolled his eyes. "I like seeing protective Nico. It's cute."

Nico stared at him in a way that made him regret ever speaking. "You want to see protective Nico? Ha," he smirked darkly, making Will's knees weaken. "Just wait…"

"What do you mean?" Will asked, stepping closer.

"Nothing," Nico laughed. "Run along, Doctor. Don't want to distract you."

"I think you do."

Nico laughed, shaking out his hair. Will had to forcefully remove his eyes from those angelic locks. "I don't have to want to. I already do."

"I – no!" Will huffed, but then he felt his pager going off. He scowled. "Get some sleep, di Angelo."

Feeling Nico's eyes following him, Will left promptly. If he let his hips sway a little, well, that wasn't a crime, not anything compared to Nico's crimes.

Gods, he was falling for criminal with an enormous heart.

A/N: I am glad to see you all have liked this so far! I absolutely loved writing this story! There's one or two more chapters to come!

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