WILL
I wake up, vision blurry until I blink a couple times. I sit up, go to grab the water that's always by my bed, and realise I'm in the infirmary. And then I remember everything.
I turn to my left, to Nico's bed, but it's empty.
'Oh gods.' I whisper. I know what an empty bed means. 'Nico.'
'Yeah?'
I turn to my right and see Nico, sitting on a chair by my bed. He looks weak as ever, but he's there. Alive.
'Oh my Gods, Nico.' I clamber out of bed and clutch him so tightly. I can't let him go.
'I'm okay. I'm okay, Will, I swear.' He insists.
'I thought you were dead.' I say, 'Nico, I thought you were dead.'
'Will. Will.' I loosen my grip on him, and we're face to face, 'I'm okay.'
I kiss him, and it feels like years since I have. At last. At last. How I've missed him.
'I love you.' I say. He looks at me now, really, finally, looks at me.
'You're it for me. You're all I want.' He says, 'you're all I'll ever want.'
'You're all I'll ever want.' I echo. And he misses me again.
We agree without speaking. That this is it. This is it, forever.
