Part 3

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Will pondered Nico's words a lot these days. He had no idea what he meant by 'just wait.' Will didn't understand the threat, but he supposed all he could do was as Nico said: wait.

He was sitting at the bar near the hospital with Lou Ellen and Cecil one night after a short shift feeling more energetic than normal. "Let's play a game!" Will declared. He was met with two groans.

"Dude, we just want to go home and fuck," Lou whined. "Your games take forever."

Will scowled. "This is what we mean when we say it sucks being a third wheel. Come on, we can do a short one."

Lou began to protest again, but Cecil silenced her with an arm around her shoulders. "Okay, but I get to choose. Drink or dare."

Will wrinkled his nose, not totally happy with that game. It never led to anything good when it was just Lou Ellen and him, but with Cecil, Will was genuinely scared. "Fine. Lou, I dare you to text the chief that you think you left gauze in someone's wound."

Lou's eyes went wide, and she immediately chugged her drink. This was why it went by fast. It always led to someone being more chicken than the other and getting hammered off their asses very fast.

"Think you're funny, huh?" Lou wiped at her mouth, waving for a round of shots. Will's eyes went wide. He was not a fan of liquor, and Lou knew this. She was trying to make a fool out of him, most likely to make him regret insisting on them coming out tonight. He was going to have to find new singlefriends. Lou gave Cecil to kiss her, which was dumb because they'd been together for a week now and Will was sure he now had a target on his back.

"Will," Cecil said after consulting Lou. "I dare you to start twerking on...that dude with the muscles."

Will frowned. This wasn't his worst of dares, but it was ballsy. Will was glad he was already tipsy at this point. He got up and found the muscular man, who was talking to some girl, and started twerking on his leg. It was horrible, and the guy should have looked horrified. Instead, he grabbed Will's hips and started dancing with him. After half a song, Will pulled away, claiming how sorry he was and that he thought he was someone else. The two had gotten a lot of stares already due to the fact that it was only ten and there was hardly anyone dancing. It wasn't a club, after all, and the only time anyone danced there was after midnight.

"That was horrible," Will grimaced as he sat back in his seat.

"Why? He's hot," Lou Ellen huffed.

"He was a douche," Will shook his head. "Not my type, either."

Lou snorted, snickering into her hand as the guy kept glancing their way. "Clearly, you're his," she said, ruffling up his blonde curls into what surely looked like a hot mess. Will was still getting a few stares from his impromptu dance, so he ducked his head and hurriedly gave Lou a dare. They went a few more rounds where they mostly just took shots, which Will hoped he wouldn't regret later on, but he had a feeling he would.

Cecil did a handstand in the middle of the bar, crashing into the waitress and having to pay for ten shots that had been spilled in the process. Will had to eat a pickle of the floor, to which was grateful he was drunk for. For a half second, he debated taking multiple shots in order to make himself throw up so he wouldn't get E. coli and other dangerous germs in his system.

"We dare you to go ask for a sip of that girl's drink," Lou Ellen giggled, pointing toward a stunning girl hovering by the door. She was one of the people who didn't care to show disgust at Will twerking on the muscular dude from earlier.

"Fine," Will huffed, definitely marching with a mission to the girl. His hand wrapped around her cup before he spoke. "Can I try this?"

He knew it was slurred. He also didn't care.

"Please. You need it," she said in a voice lacking any hint of amusement. Will nodded gratefully and took a sip, finding it to be the least painful drink he'd ever tried.

"Wow, this is amazing. What is it?" he gaped, finally looking at the girl and wishing he hadn't. She was too familiar. She was one of the girls at the hospital the night Nico had come in. Her name was, presumably, McClean.

"Water," she said, eyes pinching with concern. "Have it."

"Okay," he shrugged, sipping more water. He knew it was a bad sign he didn't recognize the taste of the one liquid he should continue drinking. It was going to be a long night. "You're pretty."

"I thought you were gay," she sighed.

"I am," he said, pounding his chest with pride and then coughing because it hurt. "You're still pretty. How did you know I'm gay?"

She only smirked. "Run along. You'll know soon."

"Bye, McClean," Will sighed, running a hand down her hair as he left. She might have giggled. On his way back towards his table, he crossed paths with the muscular guy from before. "Hello. I don't get why I didn't find you attractive before. You're very fit."

The guy offered him a charming smile and spoke with a heavy Portuguese accent. "I'm Paolo."

"Okay." Will nodded, sipping on his water. His eyes ran over his skin, disappointed to find he didn't have any tattoos except two. He reached out to touch it. They looked like dates. "Wassthis?"

"My great-grandfather's death date," he said sincerely, as if this was sad news. Will supposed it was, but then again, everyone and their mother had death dates as tattoos. Not too original for him considering he had another one on other arm.

"You don't look like you were alive in 1984," Will frowned.

"I wasn't. There is no day goes by without me sad that I did not meet him," Paolo wiped a 'tear' from his eye. Will frowned, very much unmoved by his stupid tattoo.

"That's dumb," he told him because he needed to know that was a dumb tattoo.

"Your tattoo is hot," Paolo said instead, stepping directly against him to peer down his flowy shirt. Will scowled and tried to turn away, but he didn't have to work hard because a huge man had pushed Paolo away.

"That was easy," Will sighed, frowning up at the blonde man that he definitely recognized. "Blonde giant! It's you. Is your master here?"

The blonde man seemed very annoyed. "My name is Jason, and Nico is not a master. He is on his way though. You've pissed him off."

"What?" Will asked, heart breaking. He felt tears pricking his eyes. "I'm so sorry. Fuck, tell him I'm so sorry. He shouldn't be mad ever. He deserves…so much better."

"Oh gods, where are your friends?" Jason huffed, tugging on his arm so tightly it should have hurt. Will stared at the white skin around Jason's big hands in confusion. Why didn't it hurt. Soon, he was placed on his stool and helped kept upright. "He's drunk."

"Yes," Lou Ellen chirped, eyes bigger than normal. "Sorry."

"Why?" Jason frowned.

"It's o-our fault," she stammered. "We played a game with shots instead of beer and gave him too many vulgar dares that he wouldn't do."

"For a gay guy, he really doesn't have eyes for many guys," Cecil muttered in defense. Will sat there happily, eager to be back in the presence of his friends andNico's friends.

He didn't pay attention as they chattered on, Jason sounding angrier by the second. Eventually, Lou Ellen and Cecil stood. Around the same time, the bar turned practically silent aside from the music being played in the background. Will watched with amusement as a path cleared, landing directly in front of him, and then a man was storming toward him, eyes on fire with clear rage.

"I think he's going to hit me," Will laughed, looking to Jason to see if he was laughing. He wasn't. Before the blurry man made it to him, his eyes found Paolo, who was watching with shaking hands.

"Him?" voiced a familiar voice. Jason nodded. Will finally recognized that it was Nico stalking towards him like he was his prey. He began to wave him down, but Jason kept him planted in his seat. When Will moved to look elsewhere, Jason directed his head back on Nico.

Nico had Paolo pressed against the wall, hands in his shirt and glaring at him like was going to slit his throat then and there. Despite being shorter than Paolo, Nico was lethal. "Do not touch Will Solace. Ever. Or you'll find yourself locked in a basement forced to eat your mother's remains to stay alive. Understand?"

This wasn't funny anymore.

"Did everyone fucking get that?" Nico yelled above the music, eyes scanning the crowd for anyone not listening. Even drunk Will knew nobody could be ignoring this. "Hands off Will Solace."

Then, Nico was in front of him. "Hello," Will chirped with wide eyes. Nico looked like he wanted to murder him as well, so he said, "You're hot."

Nico looked to Jason. "He's drunk."

"Yes," Jason said, readjusting Will so he wouldn't slip off the stool again. "Very."

"And you're a prince," Will said, grinning when Nico's pretty eyes were on him again.

"Am I?" Nico sighed with disdain.

Will nodded. "Yes. You're here to save me."

Nico snorted. "Yeah. From yourself." He turned to Lou Ellen and Cecil, who looked like popsicles. "Why did you let him get this drunk?"

"It just happened," Lou whispered shamefully. "I was going to take him home and look after him."

Nico scowled, as if not believing that. Will certainly didn't believe it. They were probably going to send him into the ER to let one of their fellow residents give him a banana bag that did very little other than hydrating him.

"Well, now you're not. I've got him from now on," Nico hissed, looking at both of them, waiting for them to challenge him.

"Will, please tell me you know him. Like, if you don't, I'll fight for you, but I'm very sure I will lose," Lou said on bouncing, nervous feet.

"You would," Nico said briskly. "Let's go, Sunshine."

Will beamed at that name, warm feelings floating through his stomach. "Yay," he cheered in a much too high voice. Nico scowled before grabbing him from Jason. Despite his small size, he made walking loads easier for Will. He was so warm and sturdy. "How did you find me?"

Nico smirked. "I'll always find you."

"That's creepy," Will declared as they finally reached a black SUV. "I like it."

Nico snorted with laughter, allowing a smile to slip onto his lips. "You're fucked up in the head."

"I am," Will sighed. Getting into the car offered more challenges than walking. "I think I should throw up."

Nico's eyes widened in alarm. "You think you should or you are!?"

Will thought for a moment. The car was spinning out of control, but his stomach felt fine. "I should," he said after a minute of Nico staring him down. "Why did you find me?"

"I told you, I'll always find you," Nico said.

"No, why?" Will emphasized. "Why am I important enough to find?"

Nico rolled his eyes as he buckled Will in and sat beside him in the middle seat. "I'm beginning to question that myself."

"Nico," Will whined, leaning his head on his shoulder. He fluttered his eyes, hoping for the same puppy dog eyes that Nico seemed to be so good at. "Why?"

Nico shrugged, staring ahead as the car moved. "Because you still owe me for the blowjob. I think it was worth more than the watch."

Will agreed full heartedly, but he was on a mission. He didn't say much for a little bit, settling on listening to Nico's breathing. They gave him water, so Will drank it idly. It didn't taste like anything.

"Do you always hide behind starky- no - snarky comments?" Will questioned. He was quickly getting lost in those pools of darkness.

"I don't know. Are you always in denial about yourself?" Nico countered with a smirk.

Will didn't answer. He kept staring up at him, wondering how he was taller right now when Will distinctly remembered he was shorter normally. Then he remembered they were sitting down. "How can someone so...so bad be so beautiful?"

Nico's face was solemn, eyes analyzing Will's. "Funny. Ive been asking myself the opposite. How can someone so guileless be so beautiful still?"

It took Will a minute to process what guileless meant, but when he did he frowned. "I'm not guileless." Nico tried to hide a laugh. Will pulled away, feeling cold suddenly. "You don't know what I've been through. Just because I'm happy doesn't mean anything."

Nico rolled his eyes. "That's not what I meant."

"I think it was," Will muttered. He was grateful he was drunk. Any other time, he would have been urged to cry at this point. He still was, but he was able to ignore it by focusing on the passing streetlights.

"I-,"

"My brother died. And then so did my second brother. And my mom can't stand to look at me because I resemble them so much," Will sighed, noticing they were nearing his apartment now. "Thanks for the ride. I've got it from here."

"Will, wait," Nico scrambled after him as he exited. It wasn't a hard feat for Nico considering he'd almost immediately fallen face first on the pavement. "Were you serious?"

Will rolled his eyes, leaning against the building to get his bearings. "About what?"

"Your siblings dying."

"Duh," he laughed, picking at his nails. "Why do you think I became a doctor?"

"I thought you were following your dad's footsteps," Nico admitted sheepishly, rocking back on his heels. The blush in his cheeks was so alluring it was the only reason Will could think.

"My dad was a doctor, yes, but he was the doctor who drove his sons drunk and killed everyone except me," Will said, pouring his lip in the end. "Kinda sucks, right?"

Nico frowned, brushing blonde hair that had fallen into Will's vision away. "Kinda sucks, yes. Can I help you inside?"

Will but his lip, pondering the answer. "If you must," he said, flashing a whimsical smile as Nico wrapped an arm around his waist. "Don't want to also die because of a drunk idiot."

"You're not a drunk idiot," Nico huffed as they slid into the elevator. "You just can't handle your liquor."

"Told them not to get shots," Will nodded vehemently. "What did they do? They got shots!"

"How rude of them," Nico said, amusement laced in his voice. Will giggled, poking his seemingly hallow skin below his high cheek bones.

"You have a pretty smile. I wish...I wish I could see it more," Will confesses, fiddling with his key for so long that Nico just took it from him.

"You can. If you'd just get over your 'good person' requirement," Nico said through gritted teeth. They were heading toward his bedroom, but Will pointed towards the bathroom, already sensing his stomach begin to churn. "I may not treat guilty parties fondly, but I think you'll quickly find that I'll never mistreat you."

As Will sat on the ground by the toilet, he found that he already knew that. "I can't have feelings for you, Nico. Please don't let me have feelings for you."

"Why?" Nico whispered, taking the hairband on his wrist and slowly gathering Will's own hair. It seemed they were both in agreement that throwing up was inevitable for Will.

"Because," Will said, swallowing a burp. Oh, this was about to feel awful. "Because if I have feelings for you, what happens when you show up at the hospital..." Will pushed himself to his knees, bracing himself for the onslaught of vomit, "...dead."

Then, the vomit ripped his throat apart.

. . .

Will woke to find a note on his unused pillow along with a bottle of Advil. The note read:

Feel better, white girl. Please don't scare me like that again.

Love, Nico.

Will wanted to barf again.

He rolled out of bed as he remembered last night and really wanted to barf. He didn't even have Nico's number to apologize or thank him or explain himself. He just had to wait until he showed up. Hazel was out of the hospital by now, so he really had no way to find him.

So he pulled himself out of bed like any other day and prepared for his evening shift. He already had twenty texts from his coworkers, all seriously concerned for his health. Will wanted to smother himself with a pillow at the thought of going into work tonight. At the time, it hadn't occurred to Will, but Nico was a known person. His name, at the least, was very known. Will probably had been the last person to have learned his infamous name. And news about known people traveled fast when it was something as strong as a personal degree to not lay a hand on someone.

By the time he could stomach answering any texts, it was time for work, so Will decided all conversations could be halted for after work. At the least, going to the hospital would answer the most pressing question of if he was alive of not. Then again, most were questioning whyNico would send that decree…which, Will didn't really have an answer to.

He had speculations, but Nico never said it word for word, and until he did, Will figured if he didn't have an answer, nobody else deserved one.

Will went into work and was immediately bombarded by Kayla and Austin. "Thank the gods you're alive!"

"Will, Nico di Angelo? How? Why? Why?"

"Did he rape you?"

"Did he induct you into the mafia?"

"Are you sworn to secrecy?"

Will looked between the two of them tiredly. He noticed every single nurse's eyes on him, as well. Shaking his head, he grumbled, "While I'm not, I'm tempted to say I am sworn to secrecy. I'm fine, that's all you need to know."

Then, he promptly collapsed on the nurses' desk. "Does anyone have more ibuprofen? Please."

Still, although his never-ending shift, the nurses plagued him with questions. Everyone was obsessed with the idea of Will and Nico together now. It was like they were a power couple, which was absolutely ridiculous. What all the nurses were waiting until Will confirmed the rumors in order to thoroughly insult Will was that Nico was a dangerous, murderous gang member.

Will couldn't continue his professional career by the side of an infamous, supposed top rate crime member. Right?

A/N: Well? Who loved this? Who hated it? It's a different Nico, but man, it's nice to see a little bit more confident Nico, right? No?

Please leave me some reviews on your thoughts! What went through your head and such. Too cliche of Will to just tell his backstory? Or do you think it was okay?

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