A/N: This was requested by @TheDeathlyHallows96 thanks for the request!
Trigger Warning: SH
Ship: Solangelo
Type: Angst
Part: Two (2) (II)

Nico suddenly flinched, leaning up in an uncomfortable cot. he swallowed hard, looking around him as he gathered his surroundings.

Shit, he thought to himself. He was in the infirmary again.

He looked down at his wrists. They were bandaged with clean, white wraps, tightly. He looked at the curtains that separated him from all other patients, each one of them closed, isolating him. No one was here to visit him, of course, or hold his hand while he woke up, or call the nurse that he'd regained conscience. Who cared enough? Nobody, he told himself.

He took a shaky breath as he grappled with the situation. He didn't remember passing out, but he remembered caving. Hurting himself. He didn't think he'd cut so deeply. 

I don't want to see Will, he thought. Then, he wondered who found and 'saved' him, bringing him here to the infirmary.

After a moment of silence, he threw his legs over the mattress. Shakily, he stood up. He nodded, thinking he was just a little tired from the night before, but as he want to take a step, his knees buckled and he hit the floor with a loud THUD.

A nurse came running in. Nico immediately met their eyes. It was Kayla. She sighed, helping him back onto the cot.

"I want to leave," Nico said bitterly.

Kayla sighed a second time, "Well, you can't. You need another day or two of resting."

"I don't want to be here," he clarified, not that it would matter to Kayla.

She checked his bandages, "Well, you can't."

Nico swallowed. "I don't want to be around Will."

At that, she looked up at him. She was mildly irritated, and Nico could tell, but she remained professional.

"Well, he's the best doctor in the infirmary. You'll be out of here soon."

Nico felt his heart drop. Does that mean Will is treating him?

"He'll be in, in a moment," Kayla said, taking her leave.

Yeah... Sounds like Will is treating him.

He slumped back into the bed, laying down and looking at the ceiling. His heart had begun racing, his mouth had gone dry. He wasn't ready for this. To face Will? No, maybe never. And how would Will react? Like they never dated? Angry? Regretful (though he doubted it)? Either way, it would be painful and sad, Nico determined.

He stared at the ceiling, worrying, until someone entered his space. Nervously, he glanced at the door, and a familiar tanned blonde boy was standing there with a doctor's chart.

Nico immediately averted his eyes, silently sitting up and looking around at the blank curtains. Will swallowed, stepping forward, but he didn't want to get too close.

"So... Did someone else hurt you?" he asked, trying to carry out protocol.

"No," Nico admitted with a bit of attitude on his tongue.

Will hid a flinch. He looked Nico up and down, worried and sad. He pulls up a chair next to Nico's cot. He tried to make eye contact, but Nico wasn't having it.

"I'm mandated to report this to Mr. D and Chiron. Can we talk for a few minutes about your... attempt?"

Nico shrugged, "You're talking. I'm talking. We're talking."

Will clenched his jaw. "What happened?"

Nico finally made eye contact at that question, surprised by its straightforwardness. It wasn't cold, but it was direct. When he met Will's eyes, he couldn't open his mouth to speak.

Will set his clipboard down on the cot next to Nico's legs. "Being suicidal raises concerns. What are the... extenuating... circumstances, if any, that may have caused such depressive feelings to transpire?"

Nico stared him down. He knew. Of course Will knew, but he had to ask. That didn't mean Nico had to answer, right? He stayed silent, drilling bullets into Will's soul with his eyes.

"Nico..." Will started, a softer tone than before. "D-"

"Stop," Nico interrupted.

Will lifted his eyebrows, "What?"

"I'm leaving." Carefully, he sat up.

Will swallowed, standing in case he had to force him back into the bed.

"Nico, you can't, you're too ill-"

"I don't care. I don't want to be around you."

That dug into Will's heart.

"I still love you," Will whispered, afraid someone would hear.

Nico looked up at him with nothing but spite in his eyes, "Not enough."