4 days, 2 hours later.

Hazel's POV

I sat outside of Nico's room in the infirmary. Will told us that he would be unconscious for a few days, but it was still an agonizing wait. What if Will was wrong and his brain WAS permanently messed up? What if he started to hate me for not being there for him like a responsible sister? Or worse yet, WHAT IF HE DIDN'T REMEMBER ME?!?

With all of these thoughts running through my head, I rubbed the mark on my right wrist, a nervous habit of mine. The mark itself was very pretty, a diamond with an arrow through it, or behind it, I could never tell.

An Apollo camper, Kayla, stepped out of the room, after doing another check-up on Nico, and said I could go in, and to call for someone if anything changes.

I went in, and saw Nico just laying there. He looked so peaceful with his hair messed up and his face expressionless, instead of conflicted like he usually was. Bianca's death was unexpected to him, she hadn't told him that her clock would run out while she went on that mission with Percy. That still haunts him, and he often tells me about it, or just cries in my arms. You see, I'm the only person who he seems comfortable telling these things to.

I sat there, rubbing my thumb over his limp hand. I got so lost in thought that I didn't realize his eyes flutter open, until I heard a faint voice calling my name. "Hazel? Hazel is that you?"

"Nico! You're awake!" I yelled a bit too loudly.

"What's going on? Why am I here? He asked.

"Doctor!" I shouted "He's awake!"