Solangelo-a love story (Percy Jackson Fanfiction)

I felt it.

~~~Nico's pov~~~
I felt it. I felt his death. But he's not quite dead yet. I need to find him, and quick. Before it's too late. I had searched almost all of Ohio and all I found were missing posters of Wilson. They were everywhere. They all said:
MISSING: If you've seen this child, call 900-0009
Underneath it it showed a black and white picture of Wilson. I had seen some of these in other states too. I assumed Wilson had had the same problems most demigods did. Accept the foster homes actually tried to find him.
I kept walking and I saw a McDonalds. It took all of my strength to not walk in. I rounded a corner and stopped dead in my tracks. Wilson was walking out of an old shack. What was he doing in Ohio? A better question, how did he get to Ohio? He was at camp a half hour ago. "What're you doing here?" I asked the scrawny boy. He flinched as he locked the door to the shack. "I-um..none of your business." Something was definitely wrong here. "Tell me." I growled through clenched teeth. He didn't respond. He seemed scared. I almost laughed at that. Almost. I pinned him to a wall, losing my patience. "Why. Are. You. Here." He glanced at the shack subtly before responding. "Visiting...um..relatives.." I looked from him to the shack. Something was in there. "Open it." I pointed to the shack. "Nothing's in there. Just some worthless junk." I walked towards the shack but didn't loosen my grip on Wilson. I felt as if something, no..someone, was in there. And they were about to die. "Open it. Now." I ordered, shoving Wilson to the door. "No!"
"There's someone in there. Open it."
"Never!" I started shoving my shoulder into the door. It was weak, and started to bend under my weight. Wilson was trying to hold me back. I heard him say something, but tuned him out and kept pounding on the door until the lock broke and the door gave way. My stomach dropped. Will was limp on the floor, blood pooled around him.

My jaw dropped so far it could've touched the bottom of Tartarus. I ran forward to Will and pulled him into my arms, tears welling up in my eyes. "Will.." I took a shaky breath and glared at Wilson with a burning hatred. "You-" I was cut off by Will grabbing my wrist weakly. "Nico.." A tear rolled down my cheek. I had to get Will back to camp. I could feel his life force draining. I whipped my head to Wilson. He had a weapon in his hands now. A dagger covered in dried blood, and a whip that looked freshly cleaned. He lunged, but I dodged easily. "I'll deal with you later." I growled and shadow traveled to camp with Will in my arms.
I draped one of Will's arms over my shoulder and tried to put as much of his weight on me as possible. We made it to the infirmary in about five minutes, but it would've taken longer if Jason hadn't seen us and ran over to help. Jason and I set Will carefully on a bed. I slumped backwards into a chair as Will's siblings rushed over and started healing him. Most of them were bandaging him up, but one of them was using healing magic. It didn't seem to be working that well. I wrung my hands nervously and ran my fingers through my messy hair a couple times. Tears stung my eyes, and I tried to blink them away, but they just kept coming. Cold tears streamed down my face. My shoulders bounced lightly with each choked sob and I hoped everyone would understand and not make a big deal. I didn't want someone to walk over and ask if I was ok. I wasn't ok. And I never will be unless Will survives. If he doesn't, I'm going to kill Wilson. I knew that with certainty. Wilson would die if Will did. No one can take my sunshine and get away with it. No one.

~~~Will's pov~~~
I was dead. I couldn't feel anything. I couldn't move. But I didn't understand why I could see everything around me. My eyes were open and I could see my siblings giving me ambrosia and using healing magic. They looked like they were talking, yelling even, but I couldn't hear them. My head throbbed. My eyes wouldn't close. I couldn't move. Why couldn't I move. I'm dead. I'm dead or this is a dream.

~~~Nico's pov~~~
Will's heartbeat was still steady. It was as if he wasn't stabbed at all, and he's just sleeping. All the healers said they couldn't do anything else and that it would be best to just wait until he wakes up. I refused to leave his side.
I hadn't eaten in a couple of days. My stomach growled about every five minutes, but I ignored it. I wasn't leaving this spot until Will woke up.
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