Okay, well, apparently people loved this so much so I decided I might add another chapter or two. Maybe more depending on when this goes.
Age: Nine
"Does this hurt?"
"No."
"How about this?"
"No. Will? Are you sure you should be doing this with a real hammer?" Nico asked nervously.
Nico stared at the blond haired boy, who at only nine years old desperately wanted to be a doctor. So much to the point where he used his best friend Nico as a test subject. Will happened to be testing Nico's reflexes with a hammer, but not one of the rubber ones from the doctor's office. Rather, when Will couldn't convince his mother to get him a rubber one, he snuck into the tool shed and snatched a metal one from in there.
"Of course it's fine," Will answered, "Trust me, I'm a doctor."
"Then where's your medical diploma?" Nico said suspiciously.
Will held up a slip of paper calling him an honorary doctor, but considering it came with a plastic set of medical tools from the toy store and that his name was written in crayon, there wasn't much credibility to it. Nico took the slip from him, scrutinizing every detail.
"Yup, that's legit," Nico said after a few minutes.
Will smiled and returned to tapping Nico's knees with the hammer. Of course something was bound to go wrong at some point. After all, there's a reason adults don't let little kids play with tools. Will was distracted by the way the sunlight was filtering through Nico's hair and leaving shadows across his face. This was when he accidently dropped the hammer directly onto Nico's bare foot, and Nico emanated a loud howl that caused Will's mother to come running.
An hour and one very annoying ambulance ride later, Nico was staring at the x-ray showing part of his skeleton. The x-ray was a picture of his foot, which was fractured. Or at least that's what the doctor told him. Will stood beside the doctor, staring intently at the x-ray. Nico couldn't help but notice the way his eyebrows scrunched together and how he was rubbing his chin with both his forefinger and thumb.
Soon after this, Nico was put under some anesthetic so the doctor could set his foot and put the cast on with as little pain as possible. Will begged and begged the doctor to let him watch the process, even though at first he wanted to help. Instead, his mother dragged him out of the room since this whole thing was his fault in the first place. As the doctor placed the anesthesia mask over Nico's face he glanced out the small window in the door. Sure enough, there was Will, his face pressed against the glass in wonder.
Nico's vision began to cloud up and everything went dark. When his eyes opened again all he saw was a mass of blond hair and bright blue eyes. Nico let out a little shriek of surprise, which made Will jump back and trip. As Will sat there on the ground both of the boys began to laugh. There came a knock at the door and slowly began to open. Will continued to roll around on the ground and Nico tried to stifle his own giggles.
In walked walked a girl who looked very similar to Nico, with the same dark hair and olive toned skin, but a few years older. A floppy green hat was pulled tightly on her head, but deep brown eyes peered out from under the brim.
"Bianca!" Nico cried out.
Although he was happy to see his sister, he was also quite unsure how she would react to this whole situation. To Nico's surprise, she rushed forward and tackled him with a hug.
"Oh my gods Nico!" she practically shouted, "Are you alright you idiot? I was so worried when I got a call saying you were in the E.R.! Then the receptionist took forever to find your room number and I just about tore her apart!"
Bianca continued shouting at him in the loving and endearing way worried, older sisters shout. Nico looked past Bianca's waving arms to see Will had finally gotten up off of the floor and was playing with something he had pulled out of his pocket.
Nico looked back up at Bianca and interrupted her speech, "Did dad come?"
These three words stopped her cold.
"I'm sorry Nico," Bianca answered softly.
This was answer enough. Of course he hadn't come. He never came. Why had Nico expected otherwise? A small flame of hatred for his father sparked deep in his bones. Nico looked at his sister. At least she was here. He could always could on Bianca. She'd always be there for him.
"You know what?" Bianca said, a forced smile plastered on her face, "Why don't I go and get you and Will some pudding from the cafeteria?"
She turned and left the room.
"Make sure it's butterscotch!" Nico yelled after her.
"I hate butterscotch," Will said, a disgusted look on his face.
"I know," Nico answered, a little smile growing on his face.
The boys began to laugh again, but Nico's seemed a bit dampered. Not enough however for Will to notice this small difference in his friend. Will continued to fiddle with the small thing he had pulled out of his pocket until finally Nico asked what it was.
"It's a Mythomagic figurine," Will said. "See? This one is Apollo with his bow."
"Mythomagic?" Nico asked. "What's that?"
"You've never heard of Mythomagic?" Will said, his voice incredulous, "It's this awesome game about Greek gods and goddesses. Here I'll show you how it works."
So now we know that Will's to blame for Nico's Mythomagic obsession. Anywho- do you guys what me to continue this story? If so please review and tell me so, or favorite or follow.