©Rick Riordan
©Scarlett Dove
Chapter XVI
Vanilla Gelato
This wasn't the situation Nico wanted to be in. Nico was delighted by the fact that Gavin was there with him; he was the best part of the last year.
But now, Nico was listening to Gavin and Percy screaming bloody murder at each other in the next room.
Nico glared at the white wall across from him. There was a dull throbbing at the back of his head,
And it was starting to move to his frontal lobe.
Nico looked at the beeping thing beside him that was making sure he wouldn't die and then at the plastic contraption him his pointer finger. It was plastic, white, and ugly.
Nico whipped his head to the door when he heard a loud thump.
What are they doing?
Nico scrunched up his nose and ripped the stupid thing form his finger, the machine went dead. With shaking legs, Nico got out of his bed and moved to the door.
He opened it and glanced out in the hall, no one. Nico stepped out into the hall and shut the door quietly. He tip toed silently to the scene of the crime.
When he came to the door way of the living room he saw two idiots duking it out. Nico gave them an exasperated look.
What idiots.
For some reason I agree with you.
Well-
Shut up.
The two so-called "men" were yelling at each other with the couch as the acting barrier. Nico couldn't even bother to listen to what the fight was about, Nico just wanted to go to sleep.
Nico looked from Gavin's red face, which Nico thought clashed horribly with his pink flannel, to Percy who looked ready to rip him apart.
This isn't good.
I can help~…
Nico glared at the two of them and pushed the voice away. He looked to his right and picked up the closest breakable object, a vase. Nico pushed away any doubt and threw it at his feet. It shattered with a beautiful sound. He felt the blood that was coming out of his toes pool around his toes.
Nico didn't see the next actions but he was picked up by strong arms and placed on the couch. His feet were placed on the table and a piece of cake was pressed to his lips. Nico opened his mouth and let in the sweet pastry. It warmed Nico to his toes that now stopped bleeding. Nico closed his eyes and savored the cake; it tasted like his mother's vanilla gelato. The taste masked the pain shooting threw his toes when a wet cloth was pressed to his toes.
Nico couldn't tell whose hands were whose as his hair was brushed to the side and his sides stroked.
This was nice.
They stopped yelling.
Sorry it's been a while, I took some time off after I finished my exams.
Please review, I love hearing what you think.
Scarlett