The next time Sasha gained consciousness, she was in unbearable pain. Her veins felt like someone had set her insides aflame and she wimpered and shifted in the cot, unable to do anything else. When she moved, though, her pain in her head increased by tenfold. She felt as if someone was shredding, freezing, and boiling her head all at the same time. While running her head over with a truck. All in all, it was the most painful experience Sasha had ever endured. Her eyes fluttered open slightly, and she saw Nico looking over her, his eyebrow creased with worry. She was suddenly conscious of a cold hand gripping her own tightly, and realized it was Nico's. She must not have been out for long, because Nico was still talking with someone Sasha couldn't see and Sasha could feel someone gingerly lifting her head and cleaning it with something. It burnt like hell. Sasha shuddered, and Nico raised one of his lands to her cheek. It was cool and felt pleasant against Sasha's feverish skin, so she leaned into it and yelped as her doctor continued to treat her head, each new contact between the cloth and her head worse than the previous. Nico whispered something to her, but Sasha couldn't make it out. She thought she saw his lips form the words 'Don't die', but the pain was so excruciating and distracting she couldn't be sure. Nico stared into her eyes, and she stared back. His eyes were so deeply brown they looked like they were black, and Sasha figured his eyes were the only things keeping her from closing her own. He leaned down until she could feel his warm breath on her skin. He smelled like ashes, but somehow Sasha loved it. He leaned in closer, and his lips lightly brushed Sasha's. Frustrated and in no position to be tempted, she leaned in further, the pain sending volts through her body like lightning. She whimpered and Nico, who seemed to think he was causing her pain, pulled away entirely. She tried to speak, but she couldn't utter any words. She wanted to tell him how she felt, how much she wanted to be with him, everything, but she couldn't say a word. And for some reason she suspected it had nothing to do with the fact that she had a giant crack in her head. He placed his cool hands on either side of her face, and she fell asleep.

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Sasha awoke the next time with Jonathan rubbing something on Sasha's cut that burned like hell.
"What are you doing?" She asked, her voice hoarse.
"Oh, you're up. Good. It's been about three days you've been out. And I'm rubbing you're head with nectar. We had to stitch up your head to speed up the process and now me and a couple others from Apollo's cabin apply nectar to it every hour."
Sasha moaned. "And how long till I'm let out?"
Jonathan shrugged. "Now that you're awake and obviously haven't suffered any memory-loss or anything major, two days tops."
"Good, it seems I spend more time here then actually participating in camp activities."
Jonathan chuckled, finished applying nectar to Sasha's head and moved a bit back. "That's because you do."
She rolled her eyes and tried to think of what else she remembered.
'Duh!' She thought suddenly. How could she have forgotten? She'd kissed Nico. Nico Di Angelo. Oh Gods, her head hurt. She needed to think without Jonathan looking at her as if she was suffering a relapse of bleeding.
"Jonathan, I just want to be able to think for a second, could I…ah…"
"Yeah, sure, I'll leave. But I have to warn you, every time shifts change, Percy comes to check on you, so you won't be alone long."
"Okay. Thanks Jonny."
"Mmhm."
He left, the wooden door of the infirmary swinging closed behind him. Now Sasha was able to think about what a total mistake she'd made in peace. She should not have kissed Nico. Oh no. She should not have done that at all. Holy Hephaestus what had Sasha been thinking!? She knew what she had been thinking, she HADN'T been thinking! And now she would have to go talk with Nico about how it wouldn't work…..Oh Gods, Sasha wished she'd died. She already could picture his face when she would have to lie to him and tell him that she didn't care for him she was simply half-dead and he had kissed her at the wrong time. He would give her those beautiful, horrified eyes and that same face he'd given her before, as if she'd struck him across the face. Sasha was feeling very very mixed about the whole situation. One part of her, the totally selfish part, wanted to not tell him that she didn't like him at all, in fact, wanted to tell him the exact contrary.
'But…I don't like him.' She told herself. The thought made her feel guilty, although no one knew she'd thought of it but herself. She lied down and sighed deeply, fully and utterly confused. Just one more thing to add onto her list of problems to deal with:
1-Dying
2-Destroying the world
3-Nico Di Angelo