Authors Note: Another quick oneshot of Solangelo because we all just love them so much!

Will's POV:
"And I thought Octavian bad. You're in desperate need of blood." I said to Nico giving him a check up. "What? No I'm not." Nico protested. "Sit on the stool, it'll be quick I promise." I said. "No I'm fine." Said Nico not listening.

"I told you that Underworld stuff literally drains you." I said finding the supplies. Nico scoffed, "What do you know?" "Sit, di Angelo." I ordered. "Fine..." said Nico taking a seat.

"Okay, what kind of blood do you have?" I asked. "What?" Asked Nico confused. "You know what's your type?"

Then I heard from the other end of the camp yell, "IT'S NOT ME!!!!" That was Percy. Oh boy, when is he gonna get over that? Nico facepalmed and so did I.