Nico diAngelo had just won a battle with a group of evil grain spirits. It sounded stupid, yes, but karpoi were vicious creatures, and they never shut about wheat and barley and granola... Nico wouldn't be able to eat Cheerios for the next two weeks. His injuries, though, were much more severe. Hundreds of bloody gashes decorated his arms and face. A few of the spirits had almost managed to cut his throat open. "Will is gonna lose his schist when he sees me." Nico thought to himself. Every time he was even mildly injured, Will made a fuss trying heal him and get him back into a fighting condition. The infirmary was always full of overdramatic demigods that thought one or two hellhound scratches would kill them. Nico, on the other hand, could get himself impaled and claim he was just fine. (It did happen once. Long story.) As he made his way to the sick bay, Nico couldn't help thinking about how Will was going to react. The possibilities were endless. When he arrived, Nico found that his first guess was correct. "Nico diAngelo, what did you do this time!?" Will Solace, a tanned son of Apollo with a knack for making Nico blush ran over and started inspecting his wounds. "Good gods, you have to be kidding me. You're gonna need a blood transfusion if my theory is correct. Do you know your type?" Suddenly, a boy named Percy Jackson ran by and shouted "Well, it ain't me!!!" Both boys just stared at him as he ran off laughing. Will sighed. "I set myself up for that one, didn't I?" "Yep." They continued toward the infirmary room Nico would stay in, snickering and eventually laughing uncontrollably. When they got there, Will immediately took Nico over to the room's bed to run an inspection on his injuries. "Well, the good news is the blood transfusion won't be  necessary. The bad news is you'll need to spend at least a week in the hospital while I treat you." Will said it like it wasn't such a bad thing. A thin veil of pink set over Nico's face at the comment. "So, I can't leave?" A Hermes-child-like grin crossed Will's face. "Not for one minute. Not even a second. Doctors orders." And he hugged Nico so hard it hurt. "Will, what have I said about touching? OW!" A couple of years rolled down Nico's pained face. "Th-that hurts..." Will backed up and looked at the floor. When he heard a thud, he looked up, and guilt fell over his face. "Oh, my gods, Nico!" The pale boy was sitting on his knees, his cuts starting to bleed again. Tears fell from his eyes and he looked up at Will. "I-it hurts. H-help me." He fell over and curled up into a shivering ball. Will dropped down next to him and gathered him up, cradling him and singing softly, as he had a musical gift as well as a medical one (A/N This is completely inaccurate, but a gay can dream, can't I?). He set Nico on the bed and went to grab the bandages and sterilized thread. As soon as he got back, he set about treating Nico's wounds. The stitches were a tedious and took a steady hand, which wasn't easy while Will was trying to hold back sobs of guilt.
"I-i'm so sorry, Nico. I-I d-didn't mean t-to...!?" A pale hand gently grabbed Will's. Nico looked into Will's piercing blue eyes. "I'm fine. You don't have to dote on me like a mother. I'll be okay." Will let the words process, and he started crying in response. "I didnt mean to hurt you! I'm so, so sorry! Don't be mad! Don't leave me! I'll make up for it! I swear!" The words rolled off his tongue like they'd been there for years. Of course, they had. "Will." He looked up and saw Nico smiling at him. A very rare occurrence. "I couldn't leave you if I wanted to. Who else will keep me from getting myself killed?" In surprise, joy, and another emotion he couldn't quite name, Will put a hand on Nico's cheek and kissed him tenderly. Both were startled, but the kiss was almost immediately returned by Nico. When they pulled away, they could barely breathe. "W-Will..." Then Nico stared over Will's shoulder. "What is it? Why are you so quiet?" Nico pointed a shaky finger behind him. Will turned around, and, surely enough, there were Annabeth, Jason,  Piper, and Leo. All of them stared in disbelief at the scene in front of them. "Quid." Jason said. "La." Leo continued. "Mairde?" Piper finished. Will and Nico simultaneously realised that they had cursed together in three different languages. "Um..." Nico freaked out, speaking in Italian like he did when he was nervous. "NON È QUELLO CHE SEMBRA! Stava solo dando da mangiare al mio nettare! Con la sua bocca.... Accidenti." (A/N I actually do this when I freak out. It's embarrassing, especially since Will knows what I'm saying...) Will had learned a bit from Nico over the years, so he translated. "'IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!! He was just feeding me nectar! With his mouth... Damn it.' Nico, I don't think they'll buy that." But the three people who'd spoken had already left. Only Annabeth remained. "Welp. At least I know that I don't have anymore competition for Percy's affection. Ciao." And she left, leaving behind a very awkward feeling Nico, and a very satisfied Will.

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