Of course I had to get a cluster headache in the infirmary. With so many people always on alert for a medical emergency, of course someone was going to hear me.

Ever since I was a kid, I would get cluster headaches about once a month. Bianca would always help me feel better. Ever since she died, it seems that each headache gets worse. I haven't had one in almost three months. I though I was growing out of them.

"I hope he's okay," I hear Will whisper to one of his siblings.

My head starts to pound again. Each noise makes it worse. The noise ring in my ear, making my head feel as if it were a speaker on full blast.

I sit there, just trying to calm down. Eventually, I pick up a trash can and throw up in it.

Okay, this is good, I think to myself. After this, you just need to go to bed and you'll be fine in the morning. It's always better after you sleep.

"Nico, are you okay?" Will asks, making the pounding worse. I take a pillow and throw it at the door, tears still running down my face.

"I'm fine, I'm just going to sleep," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. My head is killing me.

"Okay, goodnight, Death Boy," Will says. I can't even complain because my head hurts too much.

I close my eyes and try to sleep, but the pounding keeps me awake.

Will said that I would fade away if I shadowtraveled away, I think. Death seems better than this.

Finally, after what seems like forever, I fall asleep.

When I wake up in the morning, Will is sitting by my bed sleeping. His head is hanging over the back of the chair and his hair is everywhere.

"Will," I say, waking him up. "Wake up."

"Huh?" Will asks, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands. "Oh! Death Boy! You're awake."

"Yeah, and I'm fine now," I say, turning on my side.

"You're fine now? What do you mean?" Will asks, scratching his head. His hair is sticking up everywhere still and scratching his head didn't help. I hold back a smile. He looked adorable.

"I mean that my head doesn't hurt," I say, rolling my eyes.

Will looked flustered and confused. "What? No such thing. You can't be better," Will exclaims, obviously irritated.

"Not everything has be cured with magic," I mumble.