I did not mean for this to have two parts. But, I don't know what happened, only half of the document uploaded, so here's the second part :)

'I'm hoping I won't have to use this,' Nico says, holding up the thermometer. 'Apparently you, as a child of Apollo, should be able to feel if you have a fever.'

Will sighs, but doesn't say anything. Maybe Nico is not patient enough after all. 'Please, just answer honestly. I'm kind of lost here, Will. I don't know what to do!'

'Kayla really spilled all of our secrets, didn't she?', Will groans and falls back on his pillow in defeat. Only, the gesture looks ridiculous; he does it way too slow to prevent a headache and the gesture doesn't really have any strength behind it. He turns his head and looks at Nico, his eyes apologetic. 'I'm sorry I'm being this annoying.'

Nico sits down next to Will on the bed. 'It's okay.'

'It's just – I feel so useless. What kind of healer even gets sick?'

'A human one', Nico says. 'You work so hard all the time, you're bound to get sick at one point or another. You always take care of me, let me take care of you for a change, yeah?'

'Yeah, okay.' Will nods. Nico kisses him on the forehead.

'Can I just say that you look absolutely adorable like this?' He takes an aspirin and gives it to Will. 'Here, take this.'

Will gulps it down without complaint.

'I kind of enjoy bossing you around.', Nico smirks.

Will rolls his eyes, but groans immediately after. 'Shit', he mutters. 'I shouldn't have done that.'

Nico laughs and gets up. 'I'll be right back. Just getting you some lunch.'

He shadow travels to the nearest supermarket and comes back with a can of something, which Will eyes suspiciously. 'What's that?', he asks.

'It's chicken soup. My mother used to make us this when we were sick. It's probably better homemade, but I don't really know how to do that, so…' He shrugs.

Will seems happy enough with that explanation and waits patiently while Nico prepares it in the kitchen. It doesn't take long and after ten minutes or so, Will is swallowing the first gulp.

'This is terrible.', he comments, but keeps drinking anyway.

'I know it is.', Nico agrees, looking at Will making sure he doesn't spill anything on the bed. He finishes the whole bowl.

Everything goes well for a while. Will falls asleep and Nico keeps himself busy, checking Will's temperature once in a while, by putting his hand on Will's forehead. But then, later in the evening Will wakes up in sweat, shivering. Nico adds another blanket on top of the other two, Nico is almost certain you could bake eggs on his forehead.

Nico is slightly panicking at this point. He puts a damp cloth on Will's forehead (he saw someone do it on TV once), but it doesn't make an apparent difference.

Is it possible to die from a fever? Nico has no idea. He thinks of getting someone's help, but then he realizes everyone is probably asleep. And he doesn't want to leave Will alone like this.

'Will?', he asks, his voice coming out way weaker and panicked than he intended. 'Are you okay?'

Will is trying to say something, but Nico doesn't understand through clattering teeth.

'What?'

'I – It's okay.', Will manages to say. 'It's normal. Do – Don't worry. Come cu – cuddle with me.'

Nico's not sure if it's a good ideas to leave Will like this. He hesitates for a moment before deciding to trust Will. Also, he can't resist Will when he's like this.

So he carefully settles himself behind Will and wraps his arms around him. He's a little warm with all the blankets, but tries to ignore it and kisses Will on top of his head before resting his chin on top of it. He's not used to being the big spoon; it's usually Will because he's bigger, but Nico actually quite enjoys it.

Will mutters and Nico asks him to repeat himself.

'Thanks for taking care of me. You know, I think you'll be a good father one day.', he whispers.

Nico's glad Will can't see the blush creeping up his neck. What the hell?

'You're delirious, Will. Go to sleep. '

'I love you, Nico.', he whispers groggily.

'Love you too.'

They're both asleep within two minutes.

Love,
Jasmine