I've been thinking about writing a series of Solangelo stories(one-shots, I guess). So here it is. This is dedicated to Mr. Flamingo. Since you wanted me to write a story about Solangelo where neither Nico or Will are dead...that may change later in the story.

Their claws raked up and down my back. Creating cuts that will become scars. It hurts so much. It hurts almost as bad as the night I felt Bianca die.

I scream but nobody can hear me, not in the depths of Tartarus.

Of literal hell.

Then they stop. They're not gone. No, but it's like they're in the background. I hear whimpering

My whimpering. And a voice.

"Nico!" So urgent, so scared.

"Nico!"

"Nico! Wake up!"

I wake up staring straight into Will's light blue eyes. Everything looks so fuzzy in the light.

No.

It's not the light. It's the tear drops caught on my eyelashes.

I've been crying?

Shifting uncomfortably under Will's gaze I realize how awkward the next few minutes are going to be. But I can't find it in myself to care. I feel so...drained.

"Nico." Will's voice is soft and laced with concern. I let my gaze drift around the room. Looking at everything except for Will.

"Nico." Will's hands gently turn my face so I'm staring straight into his dreamy eyes...Good Hermes, I did not just think that.

I'm brought back to the present by the warm hands that are still holding my face. On instinct I flinch away from his touch. Still avoiding his eyes.

"Nico, are we friends?" Is he seriously that dense…

"Y-yeah."

"Then why won't you even look at me?" Because I know I will tell you everything if I do look at you. But I don't say that instead I say, "Because...your smile is way to sunny and it's hurting my eyes."Oh gods, I did not just say that.

"Nico...the truth." The soft command makes me look up but our conversation is interrupted by my stomach growling in protest.

"I'll go get you some food...but you shouldn't push people away and bottle up your emotions like that." He pauses and says hesitantly, "I'm here if you ever want to talk to me." I know he's talking about my nightmares. I glare at him hoping he'll run away screaming like some of the little kids but I know he won't. My glare doesn't affect him like it does most people. He looks at me and then turns to leave the room.

I turn away from him as he leaves my room in the back of the infirmary.

Ugh...I have 2 ½ more days left of this.

Zeus help me(oh wait, Zeus would never help me)

I'm screwed.

I know this was short and probably not my best chapter but I hoped you liked it. Please R&R!