Battle Wounds: Solangelo Soulmate AU

𝑇𝑊𝐸𝑁𝑇𝑌-𝐹𝑂𝑈𝑅

A/N: TW, there will be self harm in this chapter. There will be a tw at the beginning of it and it will tell you when it's over if you don't want to read it.

NICO POV:
I stared at my self in the foggy mirror. All of my bruises had faded to almost nothing, and the cuts and scratches were replaced by scars. I've been living with Will for about 3 weeks now, and so far I haven't relapsed. Not just because things are improving in my life, but because I'm scared that Will will notice and get mad. Or his mom will notice and kick me out because I'm too much trouble for her. Things were going too smoothly for me, something was bound to happen soon.
Standing in front of the mirror and staring at myself threw me into a downwards spiral. Staring at the scars littering my arms and legs just made me want to add more, and the more I tried to look away the worse it got. I dug through the drawer and found the box that I knew hid a razor.
TRIGGER WARNING
Staring at the blade in my hand the urge overwhelmed me and before I knew it was dragging it across me arm. Over and over and over and over. No matter how much I wanted to stop I couldn't make myself. It was as if my body was making up for the time it has missed the razors kiss. I felt like I was in a trace, like someone else was in my body making me do this. I felt like all the anger, and sadness that I had been bottling up was controlling me. All the hate I have for myself wanted me dead. But I knew it was me, and I didn't want to stop. I wanted it to stop before it got bad again.
SELF HARM OVER. (Still going to be prominent but the act it's self is done)
I heard someone running down the hall and it snapped me back into the present.
"Nico!" Will shouted through the door, frantically jiggling the door knob trying to come in.
"What?" I asked stupidity, I knew what.
"Open the door right now!" He demanded, still frantically trying to push the door open.
"I'm fine, just leave me alone," I said, my eyes filling with tears.
"OPEN THE DOOR," he shouted, which startled me because I've never heard him even raise his voice.
Reluctantly I unlocked the door and slid down the wall, the tears cascading down my face.
Will slammed the door open and practically jumped on me. "Give me your arm," he said grabbing a towel off of the counter.
I hugged my arm to my chest trying to hide what I had done, even though I knew damn well he knew. I could feel the blood running down my chest but I didn't care. I didn't even care when I saw the blood running onto my sweat pants.
Will jerked my arm away from me and wrapped the towel around it trying to stop the bleeding.
"Why did you do this!" Wills voice cracked.
I buried my face deeper into my knees. "I'm sorry," I sobbed.

WILLS POV:
I didn't know what to do or say. I didn't want to make it worse but I was frantic and couldn't hide it. As much as I wanted to be calm and collected and just treat his cuts and calm him down, I couldn't.
"Why did you do this!" My voice cracked. I was fighting back more tears from falling down my face. I didn't want him to feel bad, but I couldn't hide how upset I was. I was devastated, I had failed somehow. I've been doing everything I can to help him but clearly I was doing something wrong. Id never seen him do it this bad, or this deep. I was scared we'd have to take him to the hospital.
"I'm sorry," he croaked, burying his face in his knees.
I took a deep breath. "Did I do something?" I couldn't help myself from asking. Before I could even think about it, it was out of my mouth.
This made him cry even more, I could hear the pain in every breath he sucked in. I wanted to hug him but I needed to keep applying pressure to his cuts.
"It's gonna be ok," I said in the most soothing voice I could muster. I pulled back the towel to see how much it was bleeding still; It was bleeding just as much as it was before and didn't seem like it was going to slow down anytime soon. I realised the blood was soaking through the towel so I reached for another one off the cabinet. I wrapped the fresh towel around his arm and threw the other one to the side.
"What's going-" My mom gasped when she peaked around the door and saw Nico on the floor surrounded by a bloody towel. "Oh my god what happened!"
Nico still said nothing, just continued crying into his knees.
My mom dropped down to my side and grabbed the towel from me. As my mom continued to apply pressure to his arm I wrapped my arms around Nico and pulled him closer to me. He didn't even move, he stayed burying his face into his knees tighter than ever.
"How long has this been bleeding?" She asked. "How many are there?"
I rolled up my sleeve to show her knowing my arm was an exact replica, and she gasped.
"I think we need to take him to the hospital," she stated.
This caught Nicos attention because he basically jumped out of his skin. "NO!" He exclaimed, his eyes wide and puffy.
"Honey those are really deep, and it won't stop bleeding," My mom said, concern evident in her voice and face.
"I'm fine!" Nico croaked, his voice cracking.
"Nico, we have to," I said through tears of my own.
"No!" He pleaded, "I'll be fine!"
"I really don't think we'll be able to get this to stop bleeding, if we leave right now we won't have to call an ambulance," My mom said starting to stand up.
At her words, I didn't even pause in scooping Nico into my arms to carry him out to the car.