Will never thought this day would come. His angel was here, but his angel don't remember him.

"Nico? Please." Will cried softly.

"I'm sorry, how do you know my name?"

"N-n-Nevermind." Will sped of to the woods, picking up a stray arrowhead on the way. "Sorry Julia."

The first cut was thin and placed on his chest, barely any blood escaped. Will didn't even whimper at the pain. Another cut on his chest, this one bled a lot. More cuts big and small were placed in places where Will knew he wouldn't die.

"Death doesn't discriminate..." Will started singing to close the deeper cuts and stop then from bleeding too much.

He walked back to camp, a fake smile in place. He had work to do.

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The work was simple, a little cut here, a little sickness there. One patient had gotten quite sick and was on bed rest under Michael's eye. Will checked on him anyways while he knew Grover was showing his angel the infirmary. "This is where you go to get healed from wounds to sickness! The doctors are from the Apollo Cabin." Will had instantly shut himself up as he cleaned a bed.

The scars hurt as the pain in his chest grew when his angel wasn't his.

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As Nico stepped into the infirmary, his back burned in pain. Nico didn't know it, but it was his wings trying to fight out to wrap around his hurting Will.