(Leo's POV)

I heard her voice outside of the door, almost screaming at someone. All I heard was, "Not telling me he was dying," and I figured she was yelling at Nico. It was quiet for a moment, so I figured Nico was talking. (Y/N) continued talking, this time in a quieter tone. "How much longer do you think he has?" This time, I heard Nico, barely. "A couple days at least. Three at most." (Y/N) gave a small sob. "No, no, no. That's too soon. Isn't there something you can do?" She asked. "No, there isn't." Nico. "Anything?" (Y/N) asked. "Only thing I can think of it getting that metal out of him then giving him some ambrosia." (Y/N) was silent. "Listen. I don't want him to die just as much as you," Nico said. They moved into view, and I turned my head, watching out of the corner of my eye. He put his hand on her shoulder and she shrugged him off. "Don't touch me," she said. He put his hand on her arm in a comforting gesture. She grabbed his wrist, twisting his arm. "I said, 'Don't touch me,'" she said, harshly. "Okay, okay. I'll leave you alone," he said, twisting his head to look at her. She released his arm with a shove, knocking the son of Hades off balance. He regained his balance before walking off, (Y/N) glaring daggers at him. She walked in, closing the door behind her. She looked at me apologetically. "I guess you heard that, huh?" "Yeah. Great job handling him in the end, though," I congratulated her. She smiled. "So I guess you heard the only possible way to save you, according to Mr. Doctor?" I nodded before setting my jaw, gritting my teeth in pain. That sobered her up quick. The anger left her face, replaced with concern. She sat down on the bed, her hands feeling my neck. She sighed in relief, looking up at me. "You're not bleeding," she said. "That's good," I said. She nodded, looking down. "What is it?" I asked. She looked up, eyes red. "I just hate seeing you in pain," she whispered, voice breaking. "Oh, baby," I said, grimacing as I moved my arm. She got up and left the room.

She came back a couple hours later, eyes still rimmed with red. She was dressed in her nightwear, a tank top and camo pajama pants. "Hey. I just came to say good night," she said, coming over to stand by the bed. My hand caught hers. "Te amo," I said. She kissed my forehead. "Te quiero, también. Buenas noches." She walked out, her hand slipping from mine. She flipped the light off before closing the door.

I lay in bed, missing the warmth of her body next to mine. I looked at my arm. If I'd listened to her instead of going towards the sound, I wouldn't be lying here, shrapnel in my chest and arms. On that note, I fell asleep.

I woke up a couple hours later, to the sound of crying. I looked toward the sound, seeing (Y/N) curled up in the middle of the room, head on her knees. "Hey," I said. Her head jerked up, looking at me. "Come here," I said, stretching my arm out to her. She got up, walking over to me. I wiped away her tears with my finger. "Why are you crying?" I asked. "I don't want to lose you," she said. "I don't want to lose you, either," I said, my hand slipping into hers. "But I don't want to put you through the agony of getting all that metal out of your chest," she whispered. "I wouldn't want to put you through the agony of it either, but you're faced with a decision. Lose me or put me through the agony. Which is better?" I asked. "Getting the metal out of your chest, but-" "There you go. You'd better do it in between breakfast and lunch tomorrow." She blinked at me before turning around. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have woken you up," she whispered before starting to walk out. I caught her wrist. She looked at me. "Stay with me?" I asked. She smiled, carefully curling up in bed, hand resting lightly on my chest.