I'm so sorry! I haven't abandoned it, don't worry. Here's the long awaited chapter:

Will slammed open the door, pushing people out of the way. "Nico?" he called.

"He's over here," said a voice farther into the room urgently. Will looked up quickly. It was Chiron, the centaur director of Camp Half-Blood. Will rushed over to the bed, where a few other healers were already sitting. Something terrible must have happened, why else would Chiron be here?

"His aura is fading," said Chiron gravely. "We believe he tried to shadow-travel, but he was too worn out to take the journey."

Oh gods, this is all my fault, thought Will. If only I hadn't made him angry.. He reached out to touch Nico's hand, and his skin was ice cold and looked blurry around the edges.

"Where would he have been trying to go?" asked a healer nervously.

Will put his head in his hands and closed his eyes, trying to put himself in Nico's place. If something had happened to him, he would probably... want to talk to one of his cabin mates? Ugh, that didn't help. Nico was the only son of Hades here. "I don't know," he muttered in anguish.

Chiron sighed heavily and began to exit. "I must go search for others to help us," he said. "I'll be back in a few minutes, find me if his state changes."

They sat in silence for a while, only talking to break the uncomfortable gloom. Will's mind raced over all the possibilities, but he couldn't think properly while he was panicking.

Pointlessly, someone reiterated, "Does anyone have any ideas?"

"All I can think is that he would want to talk to someone who understands him, like another-" Will paused. "Wait, that's it! Hazel!"

"What?"

"Nico- Pluto- daughter- sister- Hades-" Will blurted incoherently. He jumped up to get Chiron, but bumped into Annabeth as he was on his way out.

"Where are you going, Will?" she asked.

"Gotta tell Chiron- Hazel," he managed. She understood immediately and opened her mouth to say something, but she was interrupted.

"Annabeth! Will! Something's wrong!" called the healers. Nico had turned even paler and he looked as if you were looking at him through a mist.

"Nikole and Andrew, go get Chiron," Annabeth delegated. "Will, I think you're right. Let's Iris-message her."

Will looked startled. "Shouldn't we wait for Chiron?"

"No, this is an emergency. Does anyone have a drachma?" The group murmured and a small boy pulled out a golden coin from his pocket. "Thanks, can someone go get Percy?" A brown-haired girl ran off.

"Percy?" Will whispered to Annabeth, alarmed.

She explained, "For the Iris message. Is there something wrong?" Will swallowed, looking at the floor, and shook his head.

Quickly, Percy arrived, awkwardly glancing at Nico and Will. Annabeth explained the situation. Percy nodded, and turned on a sink, splitting the water into a mist that faced Annabeth. She tossed the drachma in and enunciated, "Oh Iris, Goddess of the rainbow, please accept my offering. Show us Hazel Levesque, daughter of Pluto, at Camp Jupiter."

A few seconds later, they heard Hazel's voice saying "Sorry, I'm busy right now. Call back later?"

Will inhaled. "Is that even possible for Iris messages?" he said angrily.

Hazel came into view with the fields of Camp Jupiter behind her. "I'm kidding, guys, I'm right here. What's up, Annabeth?" She looked at everyone's faces and realized that something wasn't right. "Oh no, what happened?"

"Nico is in trouble. He failed at shadow-traveling and he won't wake up," Annabeth said. "We think he was trying to contact you."

At that moment, Nikole and Andrew returned, out of breath. "We can't find him," gasped Nikole.

Annabeth cursed in Greek. "We'll have to do this ourselves, then," she stated. "Hazel, I think you need to come here."

"How?" she wondered. "It'll take too long, won't it." Hazel hesitated. "I better try to shadow-travel."

Will jumped in. "That's how this happened to Nico, are you sure that's a good idea?"

"That's the only way I can get there," she replied grimly. "I'll be there soon."

"Have some ambrosia before you do it," suggested Annabeth worriedly. "Good luck." She swiped her hand through the mist to cut the connection.