Shit, shit, shit! I think to myself, grabbing my head. Of course you got another migraine. And at a party.

    As I enter my cabin, I burst into tears.

    Why am I so weak?

    I crawl into my bed, pulling my legs up to my chest. I grab the emergency bucket from right under my bed.

    It's too hot, but it's too cold at the same time. I can't find the perfect position and my head is throbbing.
Bianca, I whisper, seeing my dead sister looking at me from around the corner. Just another hallucination. Just seeing Bianca was the only thing that could comfort me.

    "Nico?" a small voice asks from the door.

    "Go away!" I shout, putting a pillow over my head.

    "Are you okay?" the voice asks, getting closer, speaking with concern laced in its words.

    "No! Does it look like it?" I cry.

    "Death Boy."

    Will.

    "Do you need anything?" Will asks.

    "Ice. Get me ice," I say, giving into the pain. "And please be quiet."

    As I try to get comfortable, something cold is pressed to my forehead.

    "Do you want a drink, sweetheart?" Will asks, stroking my hair back.
Just another damn hallucination, I think. Will would never do this. Only in my dreams. At least not like this.

    "No," I shake my head. I flip over onto my stomach, shielding myself from Will.

    As I sob into my pillow, a warm, gentle hand starts tracing circles on my back.

    "It's okay," Will whispers, sitting closer. "You're okay."

    I sob as the pain gets worse, each sound pulling me closer to insanity.

    "No more talking," I plead. Will nods, pulling my head into his lap.

    The sounds from the party can be heard through the thick walls. I ball Will's shirt with my fists, fighting back tears.
    Even though it's not really him, it's nice to have him here, I think to myself.

    I grab the bucket, turning away from Will as I throw up everything.

    "Nico, are you okay?" Will asks quietly.

    I shake my head, not able to do anything else.

    "Come here," he says, his voice quiet and comforting. I crawl over to him. He wraps his strong arms around me and I find myself relaxing.

    As Will makes soothing sounds, he runs his thumb over a spot on my forehead. The tears slow down and the sobs get less violent, but the pain barely subsides.

    "Lie down and pull your legs to your chest," Will says.

    I listen and lie on my side, Will's arms still around me.

    "Will?" I ask, trying to keep my eyes open to see him. His grip tightens around me.

    "I'm not leaving until you're okay," he whispers in my ear, making me shiver. "Are you cold? Do you need a blanket?"

    "No," I say, snuggling deeper into his chest. "I'm fine now."

    My eyes start to fluted shut, though my head is keeping me awake. Until I feel lips press against my forehead and relief rush through me.

    Before I shut my eyes, I look at Bianca, who disappears behind the corner.

    "Goodnight, Death Boy," Will says as my eyes close.

*time skip to morning*

    I open my eyes, sun shining on my face.

    "Will?" I ask, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I turn around, no one is with me in my lonely cabin. "Damn hallucinations."

    I get a shower and get dressed, a heavy feeling in my chest.

    He doesn't like you like that.

    After drying my hair, I decide to go to breakfast.

    "Nico!" Will shouts, running up to me. "Are you okay?"

Probably wants to know why you left the party early.

    "What? Oh, yeah," I say, scratching my arm. "I just forgot I had something important that I needed to do."

    "What?" Will asks, obviously confused.

    "You were wondering why I left early, right?" I ask, my heart beating faster.

    His blue eyes are wide with concern. "Nico, I know why you left."

    "You do?"

    "Death Boy, I was with you," Will says, just barely over a whisper. "Remember?"