6:30pm
Nico sighed loudly for the tenth consecutive time in a row, there was no one to talk to in the infirmary. Kayla, another damn Apollo kid had released Lacey in a wheelchair an hour ago.
Not that Nico really missed her. That girl was just pure energy, it was overwhelming for his doom and gloom personality.
He had tried reading the book, but gave up because he was bored.
Well at least he could read a book for once, well only because it was written in Ancient Greek.
'Meh it still counted for something.'
Nico was so bored he had resorted to counting the cracks in the ceiling and how many times the drip in his hand made a noise. He cursed under his breathe as he heard people having fun outside, playing volleyball. This was worse than putting up with Hades' monthly meetings on soul intake in the underworld.
Gods, that reminded him, he had one after the senate meeting. Damnit this time he wouldn't get away with sleeping, not without soul collecting punishment or something.
He grumbled under his breath about annoying gods and dead people, he glared up at Will when he heard his familiar, catchy chuckle above him.
"You're in a mood Di Angelo," Will chuckled picking up Nico's wrist and taking his pulse.
"You'd be pissed off if your had a senate meeting and a underworld meeting in the same week." Nico said in a bored tone.
"Ooohhhh sounds fun," Will said, dead serious.
"Like really, Will are you okay?" Nico asked, staring up at Will with wide eyes.
"What it's the senate, Frank will make it interesting, won't he?" Will said, scrawling down more notes.
"You are a disturbed, naive child." Nico said aghast.
"You're just a ball of fuzzy sunshine aren't you? Really Nico, your comments they flatter me to the fullest," Will chuckled.
"That's how I work sunshine, deal with it." Nico replied.
Nico chuckled inwardly as Will's head snapped up rapidly and his cheeks went bright pink, from the nickname.
"Well everything's all good, I'll change the drip and grab your dinner considering it is 6.30." Will noted, looking at his watch.
"That's probably why my stomach's grumbling like a choking pig," Nico said absentmindedly.
Will looked appalled at the thought, "I'll deal with that. This is my last shift by the way, you'll have to deal with the Manchester twins all night, you know Wyatt and Sterling?"
"Oh yes, I know them." Nico cringed inwardly.
"Yeah, you have fun with them; I'll grab your dinner."
Will's P.O.V
"Seriously Will, you're still here?" Wyatt asked, raising his eyebrow at the empty mugs scattered around the room.
"And," Will drawled going over the inventory list.
"Your shift ended an hour ago." Wyatt noted.
"I had nothing else to do," Will said, turning to face his half brother.
"You could always have a shower… actually please just have a shower, you stink." Wyatt said, leaning over Will's shoulder to look at his notes.
"I will. After I finish that. Anyway don't you and Sterling have an infirmary to clean up?" Will asked.
"Fine I'll go, it's clear I'm not wanted. Tell Sterling to meet me in the storage cupboard." Wyatt said, happily skipping out of the room.
"Okay?" Will answered, slightly confused by Wyatt's strange attitude.
He sighed, groaning when his messy scrawl started to blur in front of his eyes. He placed the paper on the wall beside the inventory cupboard again, somebody else could finish it.
Will groaned as he fell into a chair at the infirmary's main desk. He hadn't slept in so long, he was literally running on day old coffee fumes. He knew for a fact if he ran a knife over his wrist coffee would come spurting out like a freaking waterfall. That was a testament to how literally exhausted he was. It was like school exams, multiplied by infinity.
But Will was just trying to keep himself distracted, he knew if he didn't the deaths of his friends and family would consume him. Will had never called time of death that many times since the second Titan war. Never had he expected to watch helplessly as someone bled out in front of him. Nor had he expected that even the food of the gods couldn't save his friends.
Will reclined back in his chair, recalling the events of the Giant war.
Remembering an event that shook him to the core, he had called code black, a horror story that if you're lucky would only happen three-five times in a year.
Infirmary during the Giant war.
The casualties so far were at zilch, the infirmary was almost eerily empty considering the circumstances. Most injuries had been dealt with ambrosia and nectar, maybe a prayer or two.
But Will knew it was just the calm before the storm, there would be deaths; he wouldn't be able to stop them.
Will smiled wearily at the injured camper in front of him, advising the guy to take a break before deciding to hack at any other blood sucking, poison spewing monsters.
He packed away his equipment and stared around the infirmary in relief, thank god everything was still in order...somewhat.
Will was about to sit down when incoming shouts assaulted his ears.
And here comes the storm.
He started directing orders at the left over medical staff, including Kayla, Austin, the Manchester twins and some helpers from the Demeter cabin.
Stretcher after stretcher was brought in, like a never ending wave. Campers walked in bleeding out from various places, leaning on friends who just ran back out to join the fight.
Will growled, realising that he didn't have enough people to deal with this.
He grabbed the Manchester twins, Sterling and Wyatt who were fairly recent to Camp Half-Blood. He directed them towards the Apollo cabin, telling them to start a Field dressing station; that way they could deal with the not so injured. He yanked at his hair brutally, staring at the chair around him. Will blinked blankly, before speeding through the crowd; looking for the most injured and in danger patients.
He knew then that it was going to be a long day.
Will blinked tiredly as he noticed the sun rising lazily above him. Damn, he must've fallen asleep. Will looked down and raised an eyebrow when he saw a blanket chucked haphazardly on him. He stood up and stretched, he felt better than he had in days, which was something. Will glanced at the clock, his eyes widened when he noticed it was 8.00, everyone would be up now.
He grabbed a spare scrub shirt from the storage cupboard and changed, throwing his old one in the washing basket near the door. Will didn't even blink when he realised he'd grabbed a bright purple one. Will sighed when he realised he hadn't had a shower yet, he'd just have to wait till later. He went about checking on the people staying in the main part of the infirmary, instructing them to get breakfast if they wanted to and discharging others. He grabbed his iPod as he made his way to Nico's room, he knew how to wake up the son of Hades.
Will turned the volume up on his iPod, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.
He skipped happily into the ward where Nico was sleeping, dead to the world. He placed his iPod on the table at the front of the room and selected his song.
"Waking up at the start of the end of the world,
But it's feeling just like every other morning before,
Now I wonder what my life is going to mean if it's gone,
The cars are moving like a half a mile an hour
And I started staring at the passengers who're waving goodbye
Can you tell me what was ever really special about me all this time?
I believe the world is burning to the ground
Oh well I guess we're gonna find out
Let's see how far we've come
Let's see how far we've come
Well I believe it all is coming to an end
Oh well, I guess, we're gonna pretend,
Let's see how far we've come
Let's see how far we've come"
He laughed loudly as Nico shot up, quick as a bullet and snarled bloody murder. Will ignored his taunts and belted out the lyrics to the song, sounding terribly off key.
"Will, shut up! You sound like a hellhound being dragged through mud." Nico groaned covering his head with his pillow.
"Come on Nico, sing with me! Don't be a sourwolf!" Will said happily, dancing like a lunatic.
"I hate you! Why are you so goddamn happy this early in the morning?" Nico grumbled, blinking owlishly.
"It's a brand new day ghost King, which means a brand new attitude," Will chuckled, pouting when the song finished and his iPod went apparently flat.
"I'd be happy if I wasn't here, with a needle jabbed awkwardly in my hand and if I had food." Nico said.
"Oh right I forgot, you actually eat food." Will said stupidly.
"No, really?" Nico deadpanned, trying to glare.
Will sighed internally, he looked so adorable with his hair sticking up at odd angles.
"Alright, I'll grab your breakfast in a minute; after I make sure you're not dying of something." Will said, grabbing the clipboard from the container hanging on the wall.
He scrutinised the notes Wyatt had left carefully, he snickered loudly at Nico's exaggerated sigh.
Will wondered why he hadn't trapped Nico in the infirmary beforehand. This was fun.
Meanwhile in New York, 1956.
"Is the prophecy before us Jacques?" A man basked in shadows, asked authoritatively.
"Yesss masssster," Jacques hissed, staring at the fancy writing with amazement.
"And the boy? Have you summoned him?"
"Not yet, I am waiting for the right moment masster," Jacques hissed firmly.
"Well make it soon, Chaos must rise." The man ordered
"I will set to it immediately. You shall have the child of the underworld. We will bring the Olympians to their knees." Jacques said, slinking into the shadows away from his master.
"See that you do, Jacques, see that you do."
The man picked up the piece of paper and stared at the neat hand-writing with concealed joy.
Finally, the time had come.
The world would end in a burning fire, that even the gods could not hide from.
"The world will rise from the dark of a war told aeons ago.
Only to set forth a deadly course.
Bring forth a Boy of shadows,
Guided by one of opposite powers, a boy of light.
The world will fall in a fire so bright,
If one cannot overcome their internal plight.
But beware thee who calls you a friend,
As with all things friendship must come to an end."