Nico POV I stared into the mirror, and honestly, I didn't know what to think. I thought that Will had found a shirt from my cabin until I saw The Nashville printing on the front, so I assumed that they kept extra shirts in the back. Then I actually put the shirt on it practically went down to my knees. It was obvious to me now that this was one of Will's own shirts because it smelled like sunshine (don't ask me how I knew that, it just felt like it) and was weirdly warm on the inside. Not that I was complaining, I was cold all night anyways. I sighed with exasperation and walked out of the bathroom to see Jason entering the infirmary. I began walking towards him before a familiar voice stopped me. "Where do you think you're going?" I turned around to see the freckled face of Will Solace. He had his arms crossed and his foot tapping on the ground. I pointed behind by back with my thumb. "Relax, Solace, I'm just going to say hi to Jason." He looked me up and down, and I realized he was noticing I was wearing the shirt. "What're you looking at Solace?" He rubbed the back of his neck and looked at his toes and- oh gods, was he /blushing/? "Sorry, we didn't have any other shirts so I had to give you one of mine. I hope you don't mind." I grumbled. "Whatever," and walked towards Jason. When he saw me he waved me over but then quickly smirked. "Nice dress, Nico." he chuckled. I looked down at my knee-length t-shirt and then turned my glare back to Jason. "Shut up, Grace. Why are you here, anyways?" "Can't I just check in on my friend? Dude, you nearly faded into nothing." He grumbled. I heard Will calling from the back. "Hey Death Boy, you never got a checkup." Will POV I grinned as Nico said bye to Jason and walked over. "Ok, Sunshine, Check-up time." I grinned and set down the clipboard. "I swear, Solace, call me sunshine one more time and I'll summon an army of skeletons to kick you repeatedly in the shins." Nico growled at me. "Well, how are you supposed to do that under strict doctors orders for no underworld-y magic for a week, maybe longer." I mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear. "Wait, a whole week?" he complained. "Maybe longer." I shrugged, sitting down on the bed next to him. The way he held his arms behind his back, I could tell he was hiding something. "Arms," I snapped, holding my hands out. Nico reluctantly gave me his hands. What I saw disgusted me but made me feel a stab of pity at the same time. Three huge, roughly stitched scratches spread across his upper arm. They were red, swollen, and obviously infected. "Why didn't you tell me about these?" I exclaimed, stamping my foot. "Because, Solace, I knew you'd react like this, and I'm fine, and I don't need anyone wasting their time trying to heal me when so many other cambers are on the verge of death! I can feel it surrounding them, waiting to strike at the right time." He shivered and glanced at a camper who was in a coma. The thought of death lingering so close sent a chill down my spine. "Well, I'd advise you to thank whoever stitched these up, otherwise they'd be even more infected than they already are, and you'd probably be dead by now. What did this to you, anyways?" Nico muttered something that sounded a bit like "hair-curlers." I frowned. "Speak up, Nico." "Werewolves," he said again, not looking at me. "Oh, Hades no, Death Boy, those need properly stitched up, I'll be right back." I walked away, breaking into a speed walk when I was far enough away from Nico. I grabbed the correct supplies out of the medical cabinet and walked back to Nico. He looked a little nervous. Well, he at least didn't look like he wanted to stab everything. "Ready, Nico?" "Ready, Will." This made me smile. "A first-named basis, huh?" I chuckled at his deep sigh and sat down, getting to work.
Second part of my Solangelo Fanfic! Disclaimer- All characters belong to Uncle Rick Part 3- https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/589319866
