palm trees on the beach

is that a weed? (will and nico)

will was tired. just flat out exhausted. he had been running on a doctor's schedule, meaning zero sleep whatsoever. and it hadn't caught up to him until a week ago...

- a week ago -

will was racing back and forth between the infirmary, sliding past people who were blatantly in the way. the end of the 72-hour shift he was working was obvious by the dark circles under his eyes and the lack of glow in his skin. the final straw was when he, who was clumsily carrying stacks of bandages and gauzes, ran into one of his siblings who acted as standby. "sorry, will. i was totally distra-," the camper stopped mid-sentence when they were expecting an irritated will, but was shown a sleeping teenager with drool running down his face.

the son of apollo awoke to a cabin setting. he familiarized himself in a matter of seconds and felt his own bed. will sat up to get up on his feet and was stopped by a bag of clothes. "good, you're awake."

chiron sat in his wheelchair just a few feet from will's bunk. he had a paper in front of him as if he needed to remember the next things he was about to say. "how long have you been out? about three days. how's the infirmary? just as fine as it was three days ago." chiron looked up for these words, "will, you need to take it easy. just because you're a good healer doesn't mean you're the only one. yes, your work matters but so does your health." chiron rolled to the door and stopped before he was fully out the door. "your dad left you that bag and the note inside, by the way. but funny enough, nico di angelo was the one who brought it to you when he-... nevermind. stay safe!" and with that, he left.

will was immobilized by the many states of mind that ran through him in the very few minutes that he had regained consciousness. however, one thing did remain constant in his rampant change of feel. why did he feel nervous at the idea of nico di angelo?

he stood up and opened the bag. inside were three matching sets of the same black with yellow workout clothing. a pair of shoes and socks were tucked by his phone on the floor adorning the same pattern of color. he reached in and grabbed the piece of paper tucked in.

dear william alexander hyacinthus solace,

sup?

heard you were running on fumes tryna play doctor at camp. lol

good job tho :)

im pretty sure chiron probably beat me to it about taking care of yourself but i know he didnt say how...

will skipped his dad's idiotic showboating about having an oracle who can see the future and skipped to the bottom of the letter.

you have a community of siblings and friends who will stand by you while you get back on track. a better track. with flames.

love you, mean it

- your favorite dad

and that was three days ago. today marks a full week of the son of apollo making a change for the better. will has been going a run, twice a day when the sun rose and the sun set. he also forced himself to take longer lunches and a five minute break every hour. chiron probably didnt need to tell the entirety of apollo cabin to make sure will takes it easy, but it was nice to have the support of his siblings to back him up.

the night shone down on the camp with the healthy light of the moon. will gently closed the door behind him as to not wake the cabin or worse, the entire camp. the camper plugged in his earbuds and connected them to his phone to play a runner's playlist. he shook his head as he started both his light sprint and a random train of thought.