"Will…"
The fragile body on the infirmary bed stirred.
He didn't know what to make of the son of Hades. He'd seen the power the other wielded, the destruction he could unleash. Yet, with his high cheekbones and silky curls, he looked straight out of one of Michelangelo's paintings rather than a child of the Underworld. The warm glowing Christmas lights decorating him made the contrast even stranger.
"Will."
He shook his head. Glancing down at the sleeping boy he wondered if he was worth all the trouble. The son of Apollo put a dolphin-shaped night light onto his pillow, before turning around to leave.
Suddenly he felt a weak pull. Trembling fingers grabbed the back of his scrubs and a pair of blurry, red-rimmed eyes was directed at him.
"Did - Did I hurt someone?" Nico rasped. His voice sounded hollow as if his answer could make or break him.
Will's eyes widened. For a second all he could do was stare at the demigod. He didn't know if to laugh or to cry. The boy had spent the last 32 hours passed out, literally going through hell and on the verge of death and he still - He gulped. There he had his answer.
"No." He moved his head from side to side. "No, you didn't. They're all fine."
Nico's shoulders relaxed. As Hypnos claimed him once more he released the healer. Softly Will brushed some dark hair out of his forehead. His frown smoothened. Nico di Angelo was a dangerous thing to love.
Will's gaze lingered a little longer as the lights illuminated both of them. Soon enough the infirmary would demand his full attention, but for now-
"Will! For the love of- Stop drooling over the Grim Reaper and get back to work!" Kayla yelled from across the room.
Ah, there it was.