Nico POV

My eyes opened to sight of people dressed in white, and at first I thought-and hoped-I'd died, but then I saw the red cross with a white wing on one side, and a black one on the other, on the shoulder of their sleeves, rushing around me, and I heard a muffled, 'He's awake!' followed by someone pushing a mask onto my face, and my vision blurred even more, before my eyes slid shut, and everything went black.

I was once again woken, feeling droopy, and I looked at the still blurry ceiling, though now it was different and I knew I was no longer in the kitchen. I tried to turn my head, but was not able to move, my body feeling heavy, pulling me down. The mask was still on, pure oxygen flowing into my nose. I heard the sirens, but they were distant, muffled through the fog all around me.
Suddenly, I felt a sharp sting in my stomach, and I screamed, the pain intense and centered around where I was stabbed, my back trying to arch, restrained by straps, but my movement only caused more pain, and I blacked out again, but not before seeing Will's sobbing face trying to help the medics that were with us in the back of the ambulance.

Will POV

As soon as we reached the hospital, Nico was rushed to an emergency surgery room. Kayla, my half-sister who ran the check in desk because she was squeamish around blood, ran to me, face worried and paled more as she took in the sight of me, shirtless and covered in blood. Nico's blood.

Kayla threw me my lab coat, with my name Dr. W Solace stitched above the chest pocket. This was the hospital I worked in, I was head doctor and I practically live here, my father being the boss of all doctors, and me going to med school, passing with flying colors, and even though I was technically an intern, I was better than most doctors here.
My father walked around the corner, seeing me began walking over. I let out a quiet sob, and my dad sped up, walking quickly over to me. I collapsed against him, placing bloody handprints on the back of his doctor's coat, Dr. A Solace stitched above the pocket. I probably smeared the front of his coat with red, my clothes covered in the staining fluid.

Another doctor stuck his head around the corner, brown hair flopping in his eyes, as he yelled at me to get into surgery room 203, I was needed there immediately. Nico's room. I pulled away from my dad, and the entire elevator ride to the second floor was full of me trying not to panic.

I walked in shakely, and most people looked at me, waiting, while others rushed around Nico, trying to stop the bleeding that had started again.

"Doctor, help!" One yelled to me, even though they too were a doctor.

"We're losing him!" Another warned, pressing the oxygen mask furmer to Nico's face.
The heart monitor gave a stutter, before flat lined, and my heart skipped a beat, my mind shutting down, before starting up again, but I could only stand in place and watch as people started compressions, careful of the knife wound. Kayla rushed in, and when she saw me frozen, grabbed my coat collar, and shook me. "Will! What's wrong with you? Why aren't you helping?"
I slowly focused my attention on her, swallowing. "What if I mess up? If I fail? What if he dies, and it's my fault?" I whispered, a tear falling down my face.

Kayla's face softened just slightly, but she spoke firmly. "Then you know you did all you can. But you're just standing here!" She yelled. "That's your boyfriend Will! He's dying! And you're doing nothing!" She pointed behind her, at the desperate nurses and doctors, setting up the bulky AED. "That's the boy that your heart belongs too! That you love! Now help him, or so help you. . ." She trailed off after her unfinished threat, and I spun into action, yelling orders, grabbing the AED pads from the nurse offering them.

"CLEAR!" I shouted, pressing the metal to Nico's already shirtless body, and he jolted, back arching, and then, and then nothing.

Tears poured down my face, as I rubbed the pads together for friction, the machine whirring as it energized again, but before I pressed the pads to him, the heart monitor gave a quiet beep, and then another, and another. I withheld a sob of relief, and we shut down the AED. I began yelling demands again, asking for what I needed, and when I needed it. Finally, we'd stopped the bleeding, and cleaned and stitched the wound, but only after performing a small surgery to fix the nerve endings and muscle tears.

I walked out of room 203 shaking, walking alongside the gurney that held the limp body of Nico Di Angelo. I followed them to the private ICU room, and yanked my blood-stained white doctor's coat off, leaving me in my jeans and no shirt, tossing it onto one of the chairs next to the bed. Nico's head had dropped to the side, hair falling to cover his eyes, the oxygen tubes threaded behind his ears to his nostrils, the IV dripping morphine gently.

The heart monitor that the nurses had hooked him to before leaving beeped steadily, as we finally managed to get a constant heartbeat. I sat down in the chair next to my coat, face in my blood free hands, elbows on my knees. I heard the door open, and quiet footsteps, to light to be an adult.

". . . Will?"

I turned to see Hazel, standing a few feet away, and I gave her a small smile, though she looked at me fearfully.

"Hazel," I said, before looking down at myself as I stood, realizing I was still in my blood soaked clothes, and shirtless. "I have a change of clothes. Everyone that works here does, in case of something like this," I trailed off, as both Hazel and I's gaze moved to look at Nico.

"So, you and Nico huh?" Hazel asked, widening her stance almost threateningly.

I held her gaze, unwavering as I answered. "Yes. Is, is that a problem?" My voice softened as I asked, and she shook her head grinning, before glaring.
"If you hurt him-" She started, pointing at me head cocked to the side.

I raised my hands in mock surrender, interrupting her. "I would never. you know this. I-I love him."

I turned to look at the boy behind me, gazing at his still body, not even an eyelash fluttering. "I know, Will. I was just doing me job." Hazel tried to sound upbeat and happy, but her voice sounded, tired.

She walked nervously over to him, grabbing his hand. She frowned, glancing at the machine that blipped and drew lines across the screen as his heart spiked, then back to him.
"He's cold."

I blinked, rushing to his other side, grabbing his hand, gasping at the ice cold body. I frowned, pressing the call button, and saying, "Dr. Apollo to room 501 immediately." My voice was shaky, and I bit my lip, waiting.

My dad walked into the room not five minutes later, eyebrows scrunched worriedly, his long white coat fluttering behind him like a cape.

"What's going on?" He asked, his voice deep and musical, which is where I got my own music talents.

His eyes raked over the vital markings, looking at me in confusion as nothing appeared to be wrong. I could only open and close my mouth, but luckily, Hazel spoke up, her usually calm voice wavering slightly. "He, he's freezing."

Dad quickly appeared at my side, grabbing his hand from mine, rolling his eyes and moving his hand from Nico's up to Nico's neck. I gazed at him confused, and he chuckled at me. "You're hand is warm Will, that warmed him." Suddenly he frowned, eyebrows furrowing. "No, that, doesn't," He doesn't finish, and I hover next to him confused.

"Doesn't what?" I ask, and my dad's eyes land on Nico's wings, splayed out under him. My dad's eyes widened, and he took his hand away from Nico's neck.

"No way, two colors?" He murmured, and ran a hand down the black and white feathers. I bit back a sob, remembering how when I did that to Nico, he'd shuddered, but now not a single movement was made from Nico, and his vitals stayed the same.

My dad looked back at me, his hand back on Nico's shirtless shoulder, white bandages wrapping around his waist, up to some of the bottom ribs, and a stir of nonsensical jealousy fluttered for a millisecond, before I killed it by glancing at the wedding ring on my dad's hand, my mom having a matching one.

"He's a nephalem." My dad stated, and even though he sounded awed, I realized he already knew, as I nodded.

"You knew?" We said in sync, and small smiles appeared on our faces.

My dad nodded, "I knew Maria. She was an angel."

I nodded in reply, and my dad repeated the question back to me. "So, you knew too?"

"Of course." I whispered, the smile falling as tears start to slide down my face, and I looked at Nico, brushing his hair back behind his ear, out of his face. "I was there."

My dad fell silent, and Hazel breathed in a sharp breath. Eventually my dad nodded, knowing it was better not to ask.

"The black and white," My dad said, motioning to the two colors on Nico's wings. "Did he do that to himself?"

When I nodded, my dad's eyebrow shot up, a laugh escaping him, shaking his head, smirking slightly.

"Of course he did." He became serious, and turned to me. "He's extremely powerful. Will, has he ever been this cold?"

I pressed the back of my hand to his forehead with a frown, before shaking my head slowly. "He's always colder than normal, just not this much."

My father nodded. "It's probably because of the coma he's in." My dad said gently, but he also assumed Hazel knew, and I flinched as Hazel let out a shocked gasp.

"What?" She choked, and I bit my lip, walking around the bed to pull her into a hug as she began sobbing.

My dad gave me a sad smile, before walking out, his walkie-talkie squawking with a request to go to a different part of the building.

I rubbed her back, until she calmed down, taking a shaky breath. "Is, is he going to be OK?" She asked me, and I swallowed thickly, whispering, "I hope so."

We both turned to look at the cold, barely breathing, pale body that was her brother, and my boyfriend.

Is this spacing better?