Battle Wounds: Solangelo Soulmate AU

𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑅𝑇𝑌- 𝑆𝐼𝑋

NICO POV:
"I'm sure it's not that bad," Will says annoyingly optimistically.
"Yes being stuck in a room with random teenagers and forced to talk about my problems, not that bad," I say sardonically as Will opens the door to the fucking mental hospital for me.
"Just try to think positively, it might not be that bad!"
"It's pretty bad, I've had to do this like 3 times now."
Will leads me over to the front desk.
The lady looks between the both of, her eyes finally stoping on me. "I'm assuming your here for the IOP program?" She asks, with a fake ass smile plastered on her face.
"Yes he is," Will finally says for me, because I was standing there staring at Wills shoes. I hadn't noticed but I had latched onto his arm for moral support. I-probably too quickly- let go of his arm, and cross line across my chest.
"Alright and what's your name young man?" She asks me.
Once again I say nothing so Will answers for me, "His names Nico Diangelo."
"Are you like his brother?" She asks, narrowing her eyes at us.
"Uhm, No ma'am," Will says, his voice sounding less confident than before but still strong, "I'm his boyfriend."
She wrinkled her nose, but made no comment as she wrote something on a piece of paper. "Wait over there with the rest of the kids."
We walked away and to the chairs in the lobby.
"Do you want me to wait with you until you have to go in?" Will asks me.
"Yes," I say quickly, sitting in a chair furthest away from the other people.
He put his hand on my knee to try and stop it from bouncing but it didn't work.
"Your gonna be fine, maybe this will be helpful for you," Will whispers to me.
"It's stupid," I snap back.
"I'm just trying to make you think more positively about this, than maybe you'll suffer less," Will answers.
Only moments later a lady wearing jeans and button up blouse. "IOP group can come back with me now," she announced.
I sighed and stood up, Will wrapped in a quick hug and gave me a quick peck on the lips before saying bye and leaving the building.
"Is that your boyfriend," a girl with black and red hair asked me.
"Yeah," I murmur back, not looking her in the eyes.
"Is he your soulmate?"
I shake my head, still staring straight ahead and making sure not to look anyone in the eyes.
"I havnt found my soulmate yet, but I know it's gonna be a girl. I hate boys," she chuckled.
I murmur back to show i'm at least listening even if i'd really rather her not be talking to me.
"I'm Becca by the way," she says as if she just realized she hadn't introduced herself. "May I shake your hand?"
I furrowed my eyebrows, I've never had someone ask permission to touch me in anyway let alone something as small as shaking my hand.
"Yeah," I say reaching my hand out, surprising myself to be honest. Normally if i'm given a choice for someone I don't know-or know well for the matter- to touch me or not I'd say no. But since she asked, that somehow made me feel like I could trust her.
"I'm Nico," I say as she shakes my hand.
"Nice to meet you Nico," she smiles warmly.
"Alright everyone find a seat," the lady said as we entered a room with tables in a U shape with 2 chairs at each.
"Wanna sit with me?" Becca asks.
"Sure," I say.
"Hey new kid!" A guy with short brown hair yells from a seat across the room. "Sit with me!"
"He's already gonna sit with me Zach, beat you too him!" Becca yells back, laughing at the sad face the guy made.
We sit in the back of the room, and I see a paper with a bunch of annoying questions on it.

Name: 𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙤 𝘿𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡𝙤
On a scale of 1-10 how ____ are you today?
Depressed: 5
Anxious: 5

Are you having thoughts of hurting your self?
𝙉𝙤.
Of hurting others?
𝙉𝙤.
What's one good thing that happened in the past two days?
𝘿𝙞𝙙𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡
What one bad thing that happened in the past two days?
𝙈𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙚𝙙

"Does that say your friend got stabbed?" A girl sitting on my other side from Becca asks peeking over at my paper.
"Mind your business," I snarl at her.
Her eyes got wide at my response and she slid her chair away from me.
"But does it?" Becca asked after hearing what she had said.
"Yeah, long story," I shrug.
"Pass in your papers!" the lady-who I was told was called Stacy-announced, and everyone did as she said.
She went through the papers calling on everyone and asking about there answers and letting everyone try and help them out with whatever shit they had written down.
"Nico?" She said, "Since your new, before we go through this we have some questions to help us all get to know you."
"And don't worry, they aren't all basic," a girl with long black hair interrupts.
"First your name age and what school you go to," Mrs. Stacy said.
Keeping my eyes on the far wall I say, "Uh, I'm Nico, I'm 16 and go to Olympus high school," as confidently as I possibly can.
"Why are you here?"
Well that's a very blunt question.
"Court ordered?" I say, not knowing if that was the answer they were looking for. I heard the whispering I had already been hearing increase.
"Are you the one that stabbed your friend?" the girl next to me exclaimed.
"No," I snap at her, making sure I met her eyes this time. "He's my friend."
"Ok ok," Stacy interrupted, "Let's move on to the paper shall we? Why is your anxiety and Depression at a 5?"
"What kind of question is that?" I snicker, "I don't know it just is."
"Well what's going on in your life, well besides your friend, that's causing those feelings?" she asks calmly.
"Back on probation, just got suspended for a fight I didn't even start, need I go on?" I say, trying to give as little information as possible.
"Back on probation?" The guy from earlier pointed out, "You've been on probation before?"
"Yeah," I narrow my eyes at him, not able to tell if he was mocking me or just asking asking a simple question.
"Well your suspension must be why you didn't have to go to school?" Mrs. Stacy says her eyes glancing at the paper again.
I nod in agreement.
"Well is there anything else you'd like to tell us?"
"No," I snap back probably a little too quickly.
She moved on and we went on with the rest of the night. Which consisted of people trying to ask my questions about my self and me either flat out refusing or just giving the bare minimum of information.