one summer, in the burning heat of the sun, the ghost king made a decision to follow the beat of his own drum. For years, he had treated himself like a disease, making himself foreign to friendship. One part of him knew that it wasn't what he wanted but the other half shot him down and decided that it was the only way to live. But it wasn't the only way to live.

One day, in the heat of the sun, the ghost king decided it was time to stop hiding from everyone.

Chapter 1: The aftermath
Ever since the war ended, there seemed to be a lot more possibilities than ever seemed possible. Now, the Greeks and Romans could be friends. Now, you could visit both camps without fear of being caught and probably killed. Now, the Greeks and Romans both had allies they could rely on in times of need. Now, Greeks and Romans could be friends.
Now, Nico could have friends.
Since Nico had returned to camp for good, he'd been having mixed emotions. On one side, he was starting to relax and get comfortable with all of these people actually being friendly to him. On the other end, these people made him nervous. What history repeats itself as it often does? What if they only welcome him for so long, until they forget what he did for them, and then shun him again?
He was trying to hang on and keep to his promise of staying at camp, but it was hard to break his habit of leaving. Well actually, right now, he couldn't leave if he wanted to, because he was stuck in the damn infirmary.

Three days. He was only supposed to spend three days in the infirmary, but it seemed like he had been in here for almost a week. He felt like he was about to go mad. Not necessarily because he was isolated from the majority of the camp, but from the fact that he knew he wasn't free to do as he pleased. He had to stay here and obey the most stubborn demigod he's ever met.

It was very different from what Nico was used to, but it wasn't necessarily bad. There was good food and Nico had to admit, the infirmary had pretty good WiFi (which somehow, Chiron didn't know about. Must've been a gift from Hephaestus). Plus, It felt pretty good to be looked after.
Also, I get to see the son of Apollo every day. Nico scolded himself internally for thinking something even remotely close to that. He didn't want this to happen again. Or maybe he did, but he wanted it to be better this time. Either way, he was embarrassed of himself and his face flushed red. Then, once he realised he was blushing, it flushed even redder.