Will. Beautiful, shining, happy, Will. When Nico set eyes on him after the war, he felt a flutter in his chest, one not dissimilar to the feeling he felt when he first met Percy. But after spilling his secret to Jason, and inadvertently allowing Coach Hedge and Reyna to feel his overwhelming shame over his sexuality, Nico came to realize that Percy was just a pipe dream, the ideal person to have a crush on. Percy… was not his type. Now Will, he was Nico's type. As odd as that may seem, as their mere existence seemed to contradict one another.

"Three days. You promised." Will smirked, as he approached Nico after some of the post war chaos had died down. He then guided the reluctant son of Hades towards the infirmary.

Yeah, normally the brooding boy would've argued more, fought back with scathing remarks and a bone chilling demeanor. But hey, three days in a small building with a cute boy that was actually more nice than annoying? Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing.

"You can take the bed in the back corner, it's the closest thing to privacy that you can get in here." Will said, with an apologetic shrug. Nico nodded tensely, before gingerly sitting on the edge of the cot, peering around the room as he waited for Will to grab a tray of bandages from a shelf along the adjacent wall.

"Alright, did you sustain any significant injuries recently? And before you even think about lying, things go much faster and easier if you just be honest." Will said, in a professional tone that suggested that he'd dealt with liars more times than he wanted to admit.

"Uh," Nico slightly shakes his head, "I've got a couple of scratches on my arms from a Lycaon attack."

"Alright, jacket off. I'll have to look them over." Will smiles reassuringly.

Scowling slightly, Nico shrugged off his jacket, exposing his pale, scrawny arms to the cool air (and his loud, tropical style shirt that he loathed wearing). Will sharply inhaled once he got a look at the injuries.

"Who stitched you up? Because you kinda look like Frankenstein's monster… no offence." Will commented, as he gently held and prodded Nico's arms.

"Rude," he huffed, "Reyna did it. It's not that bad considering that we were kinda on a time crunch."

Will hummed in response, readying a pair of scissors and tweezers. Quickly and efficiently, he cut out the messy stitches, and flushed the wounds with water, then again with a mix of nectar and saline. To his credit, Nico sat stoically throughout the whole process, barely flinching when Will redid all the stitches, the needle sliding through red, swollen skin. Will then slathered on a thick paste, completely covering the wounds in a layer of ointment, and finished by firmly wrapping Nico's arms with gauze.

"Here," Will said, passing Nico a small square of ambrosia, "it'll help with the healing process."

"Thanks." Nico bit out, taking the square, and slipping it into his pocket when Will had his back turned.

"So one thing I noticed is this very strong aura of darkness surrounding you. I assume it's from all the shadow travelling you did, so no underworldly powers for the next little while, okay?"

"But—" Nico started.

"Doctor's orders." Will interjected, his smirk contradicting his stern tone.

Nico crossed his arms haughtily, his scowl deepening.

"You should get some sleep, you look exhausted. Would you like some unicorn drought to help?" Will asked, professional demeanor never wavering.

"Does it stop nightmares?" Nico asked, meekly.

"It helps prevent nightmares." Will answered. "So I'll take that as a yes then?"

"Yeah, whatever."

"Alright. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

"Yeah yeah. Three days of not going anywhere. I got it." Nico snarked back.

Nico looked around, the infirmary was surprisingly empty considering the biggest battle of their lives had just ended. A couple of familiar faces were along the other side of the room, Jason, for one, was having his stab wound checked over, and Annabeth had her ankle in a proper cast and was gratefully accepting ambrosia.

The room itself was somewhat peculiar. For one, the walls were all windows, with large drapes tied off in the corners. The cots reminded Nico of the ones soldiers would use when they needed medical attention back in the war, yet these ones were more… woodsy, he supposed. Wooden shelving covered parts of the side walls, each containing a mixture of magical and mortal healing supplies. Despite being an infirmary, the building gave off a cheery vibe.

Will soon returned with the unicorn drought, which he handed to Nico instructing him to drink it immediately. The Italian boy did as he was told, and he felt the effects almost instantaneously.

"Sweet dreams." Was the last thing he heard before he slumped over sideways, fast asleep. Will chuckled at the sight, before he carefully pulled off Nico's dirt caked shoes, placing them below the foot of the bed. He then gently pushed Nico onto his back, and laid his legs straight. Satisfied that his patient wouldn't be uncomfortable for his rest, Will quietly moved on to his next patient, a small smile plastered on his face.