A/N: Hey I'm Pheebs. Thanks for reading this, I hope you enjoy it and all that schist. I just wanted to say I've just started Uni, so I'll try my best with updates but sorry in advance if I leave for a while. Also I haven't written a fanfiction in quite a while now so I might be a tad rusty. But hopefully you'll enjoy it anyway. Ps I don't own any of the characters or scenes mentioned in this story, all rights go to Rick Riordan.

Chapter 1 - Three days in Hell (otherwise known as the infirmary)

Nico's POV

For the first time in years, Nico felt liberated. He had just come out to his old crush and had watched in amusement as his jaw had smacked the floor in shock. Despite his elation, a feeling of foreboding and dread quickly settled over his soul, like a dark storm cloud stifling the sun's rays on a summers day. He had no doubt that his sexuality preference would rapidly spread around camp after his less than discreet confession to Percy and Annabeth.

An icy shiver rolled down his spine as he predicted the reactions from the campers, not fully realising that he was walking back across the green until he bumped into none other than the head councilor of the Apollo cabin, Will Solace.

"Woah there Death boy, I know you're mad about going to the infirmary but that doesn't mean you can get revenge by knocking me over!" Will steadied Nico and gave him a slightly suprised and bemused look, his sky blue eyes startling Nico from his brooding thoughts.

"Uh sorry Will, I got lost in thought."

Will studied Nico with a hint of curiosity, his blond eyebrows pulling together into a small frown. Nico had to resist the strong urge to reach up and wipe it away with his fingers.

Wait what the...

"Well come on then Death boy, the infirmary awaits for your dazzling presence." Will said smirking, dipping his head in a bow whilst giving a small flourish of his arms, looking like he was beckoning Nico before him.

"You're a dork Solace and don't call me Death boy." Nico said the last part with what he thought was an intimidating glare, but Will was clearly unimpressed as he waltzed towards the infirmary with Nico reluctantly in tow.

By the time they reached the infirmary, Nico was about ready to collapse. He hadn't walked this far in days. His steps became smaller and his stride slowed to the pace of a zombie. Will seemed to notice Nico's growing fatigue, as he dropped his pace to match Nico's and placed his arm around Nico's shoulders for support. A wave of adrenaline rushed through him, sending a flutter through the skeletal butterflies in Nico's stomach. No matter how much Nico wanted to shirk away from the awkward situation, his weak state prevented him from doing so (A/N: Yeah yeah, whatever Nico ) and so he gave in to the embrace and leaned in towards Will.

The infirmary was a lot larger than Nico remembered, the building attached to the back of the Big house looking similar in shape and size to the cabins but distinctly cleaner, lacking the aroma of dirty week old socks and food wrappers. He could already smell the disinfectant. As they trudged towards the doors, a wave of fatigue and dizziness crashed into Nico, causing his legs to momentarily buckle and the world to spin so that the sky was sideways. He would have crashed to the ground if Will hadn't tightened his grip around Nico's shoulders, hoisting him back up. Nico grimaced as spikes of pain ran from his shoulder down his arm from the werewolf scratches.

"Hey death boy, none of that! You're not collapsing on my watch!" Will started to rant about how he should have come sooner and comparing Nico's stupidity to the minotaur along with other insults that Nico assumed were medical related, whilst half dragging him into the infirmary. Nico was sort of out of it at this point, but he was aware that they were walking down a long, white corridor and into a small room with a simple white bed with a pair of white patterned hospital pyjamas laid out on it. Will set Nico gently onto the bed and then transitioned into full on Doctor mode.

"So Nico, you're here to regain strength after physical overexertion and also overexertion of your powers. I'll keep a close eye on you in these three days and the following days after your release to monitor your progress. At no point are you allowed to use any Underworldy powers until I give the all clear, Doctor's orders." Will added with a smirk at the end. Nico's heart fluttered at the thought of seeing Will so much and would have smiled if Will's next words hadn't shocked him so much.

"Now strip down di Angelo, clothes off." Nico stared at him for a few seconds, mouth agape and a blush rising on his cheeks before stuttering a shocked.

"W-why?" Will appeared to be mentally face palming.

"Because, death boy, I need to give you a check over and see what's wrong with your shoulder. Don't give me that look, I saw you grimace earlier when you fell."

Nico muttered a few choice words in Italian about where will could shove his check up, before reluctantly pulling his shirt off, hesitating as his shoulder burned when he moved the shirt off.

"That's nasty." Were Solace's first words on Nico's condition.

"Thank you Doctor, for your exceptional medical analysis" Nico muttered sarcastically. Will face breifly morphed from his previous serious expression, shooting him a small smirk and sticking his tongue out before reverting to his neutral expression and beginning to prod the cuts. Nico hissed in pain and Will quickly withdrew with a concerned look.

"Nico, how long have you had these?" Will questioned, although he seemed to already know the answer. Nico mumbled the story of Lycaon and how Reyna had hastily stitched his wounds so they could carry on with the quest. He was ashamed to admit that he shrunk down on the bed, predicting an outburst from an angry son of Apollo. Will surprised him and instead muttered a slow "Ok", the word having a slight southern accent as Will's brow furrowed. His accent set off Nico's butterflies again.Dam things, Nico thought bittterly as yet another blush started to form on his cheeks. Will must think Nico has a temperature or something.

"I'll need to heal your scratches immediately to avoid or remove any infection and then we'll see if this helps improve your recovery at all."

"That's cool with me." Nico almost slurred, as the pain and fatigue smothered him, making his vision blur. It may have been his tiredness playing tricks on him, but Nico swore he saw a look of worry and dread flash over Will's face. Before Nico could quiz him on this, Will muttered,

"Here goes nothing."