Personally I don't know why you guys like when I write so much sad stuff, but since you do that's what I will write, because I am a woman of the people. Which is basically me saying this chapter is based off of Kira's idea, so thank you, and if it's too sad then don't blame me. Just suggest happier topics in a review.

And I found this funny thing on tumblr but none of my friends appreciate PJO so I'm sharing it with you guys instead.

WILL: You're as pale as a ghost, the light bounces off your skin... I know what you are.

NICO: Say it. SAY IT.

WILL (WHISPERING): Iron deficient.

Age: 12

Will had never understood Nico's pain before. He had assumed there was a healing period, and after that everything should be sunshine and rainbows, just the way it used to be. After all, he had always been the optimistic one. Here he was though, mourning his cousin Lee's death. (A/N It was easier just to make them cousins instead of siblings)

Lee had always been one for danger and adventure, but the last thing he was expecting when he joined the army was that he'd be taken down by an enemy sniper. A few weeks later, Will was standing in the gloomy graveyard once again. This time it was raining, a light sprinkle just enough to soak everything, including the American flag handed to Lee's crying mother.

Then more pain was piled on. Four months after Lee's funeral, Will's mother walked into his room, her face tear stained. She choked out a few words, barely enough for Will to put together the pieces. Michael, another one of his cousins. He was dead. Michael was driving across a bridge when it collapsed. The suspension cords snapped after such a rough year of weather. That's what the police claimed anyway.

Speaking of which, the police didn't seem to be good for anything. Michael's body was somewhere in the rubble, and the people searching were unable to find it.

Nico had come with Will to the funeral, and stayed with him until Michael's empty casket was just glowing ashes. Nico had wrapped his arm around Will's shoulder as tears poured silently down his face. Even as the hours passed and Will went through dozens of tissues, Nico still remained with him.

In the weeks that followed, Will wasn't much better off. He spent all of his time inside, curled up in a ball under his sheets with the curtains closed. He barely ate. He barely slept.

Nico appeared every day with something new. A fuzzy pair of slippers. Fresh oranges, Will's favorite fruit. One day Nico even brought his cousin Percy's dog Mrs. O'Leary, hoping that she would act like a therapy dog. Will smiled just a bit as he was tackled and licked until he was soaked with dog spit.

One day he had finally had enough as he sat by Will's feet on the couch with Will's head barely visible above the blanket.

"That's it!" Nico said, "I'm not supposed to be the happy one, you are! So I'm not going to just sit here and let you be pessimistic!"

Will raised his head to peek up from behind the blanket.

"Why not?" he asked softly, "I let you do it for years."

"Yes, but I'm good at it," Nico said, not taking any offense to Will's comment what-so-ever, "You on the other hand, just sit around here moping all the time. You know what- you need vitamin-D."

Nico grabbed Will's arm, and began dragging him off of the couch. Will moaned and didn't move. Nico tugged again, trying to shift Will's weight and get him off the couch. Nico grunted under the grip he had on Will's wrist slipped, and Nico went flying into the corner of the coffee table and hitting his head on it.

"Nico!" Will screamed as Nico groaned from his position flat out on the floor.

Nico was out cold when Will rushed over to him. Will gingerly lifted Nico onto the couch before checking his vital's. When Will removed his hand from Nico's head it was covered in blood. That was when Will noticed the blood running down Nico's temple. Will felt like freaking out on the inside. He was petrified with the fear that he had hurt his best friend. But instead of showing this fear, he went directly into doctor mode.

Will ran upstairs to get band-aids, cloths, and a bowl of warm water, and while he was up there, he grabbed the stethoscope he got for his birthday as well. In a flash he was downstairs, dabbing at Nico's wound with a wet cloth and muttering under his breath.

"Come on Nico," Will whispered. "You're fine. You have to be. I know you are."

Nico's face was pale from the blood loss, but his breathing and heart beat were even.

"Nico please," Will pleaded, "Wake up. I need you."

"You need me do you?" Nico rasped, his eyes half open.

"Nico! You're awake!" Will shouted.

Nico winced, "Please lower the volume."

"Sorry," Will said, "And of course I need you dummy. You're my best friend."

Nico's heart flew when Will said this, and it stopped when when leaned in to hug him, leaving a light blush on Nico's face.

I know this chapter was a bit late, but on a positive note, I'm almost done with the next chapter, so I was wondering if you guys wanted it tomorrow or more spaced out? Like in two or three days? I'm always accepting ideas- two of which are in the next chapter.