Nico POV I had to stifle a laugh when I saw the son of Apollo. He was in the right stance, and the arrow tip pointed towards me, but the bow was backwards and the string was out in front of him at an awkward angle. He seemed to notice a moment after I did and sheepishly turned it around so it was facing the right way, but I was still sure that he could only send an arrow about three feet. Grinning, I ducked silently under another bush, and another, until I was standing right behind Will and the flag. I was so sure I had it, that the flag would bear Hades' standard for the first time ever, but as I reached my hand out, something connected with my skull, and everything went black. When I was able to see again, I saw darkness. Darkness and blood pooling around my feet, the ground made of horrid black glass, and the air filled with acid, and the landscape stretched out in front of me filled with darkness. My stomach leapt into my throat. "No..." I croaked and tried to run the other way, but something grabbed hold of my shoulders and was shaking me. I was vaguely aware of a voice calling out to me. "Nico? Nico, you have a concussion, you can't sleep. Nico!" Will POV "Nico? Nico you have a concussion, you can't sleep. Nico!" I gripped the shorter boy's shoulders, trying to lightly shake him awake. I turned to give a certain son of Hermes a glare. "Cecil," I said about as calmly as Dumbledore asks Harry if he put his name in the Goblet of Fire. (I'm a Harry Potter nerd. Sue me) "Why did you fall on his head?" "Well it's not l meant to! And I stopped him from taking the flag, didn't I?" I groaned, as did Lou Ellen. "There are more effective ways of stopping him," she pointed out. "Such as I literally had a magic barrier around it and Nico wouldn't have been able to get it anyways." Cecil mumbled something and rubbed the back of his neck. I was about to scold him again when a small, helpless whimper sounded from beside me. Nico whimpered again and I knelt next to him, propping his head up on a thick root of a tree. He let out a sharper cry this time, tears starting to drip from his closed eyes. "Nico? Nico, you're okay, it's okay." Somehow I knew he was having nightmares, just like that night in the infirmary. I laid next to him and wrapped him in my arms just like back then. He stopped crying, but he still shook like crazy, which was never a good sign when someone had a concussion. If he didn't wake up soon, then his vitals could slowly slip. Finally, his brown eyes snapped open, filled with tears and a wild look in them. "Hey, Nico, it's alright Death Boy, I've got you." To my surprise, he didn't complain about the nickname or push me away. He buried his face in my shirt and just cried. I barely noticed when the Stolls won the game for us.
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