The tragedy of Will Solace

Medical school for an 8 year old

The Apollo Cabin was always the first Cabin at breakfast, a sharp contrast from the messy routine he had witnessed during his stay in Cabin 11.

- And that's why Star Wars is one of the best modern retellings of the Hero's journey! - Mateo was in the middle of a heated discussion with Michael. Will noticed he must have woken up before sunrise because when he woke up, Mateo wasn't in his bed. They reunited with him at breakfast. Will had been daydreaming while eating when suddenly he caught the last part of their conversion.

- You like Star Wars? - he asked excitedly.

- No Will, don't encourage him - Michael rolled his eyes. - We already lost Hannah to those Space movies.

- Space mov... excuse me, have some respect - said Mateo, only half-joking - Will, what do you think about Star Wars?

Will turned red but answered happily:

- I really liked them! I haven't seen the last one tho... but I like the old ones better anyway.

- A man of taste - Mateo approved. - Guys, he said, looking at Will and then at Hannah.- this is better than I could have predicted. The Jedi trio, we shall be, taking care of these careless campers.

Michael rolled his eyes even harder. Tamara could barely breathe because of how hard she was laughing at the exchange.

- Lee - said Michael - I'm afraid we were too late.

Lee turned, having missed the entire conversation until he saw Tamara, tears still running down her eyes from all the laughter.

- What do you mean? What happened?

- Will likes Star Wars, and Mateo is now speaking all weird again.

- Gods! You guys are going to kill poor Tamara.

- No, I'm... I'm fi... I'm fine -she said, still wheezing. - Gods, my ribs hurt.

After breakfast, Mateo, Hannah, and Will headed to the Big House. Mateo was carrying a tray with food for Clarisse, the only overnight patient in the infirmary.

- And now, young Padawan - he said to Will - we are going to introduce you to THE most important place in the entire camp. Hannah, do me the honor, please.

Hannah rolled her eyes and smiled as she opened the back door of the Big House, which led directly to the infirmary.

The room was big, and bright, with beds on each side. It smelled of antiseptic, but the smell wasn't too strong. Will kinda liked it, it smelled clean. It was also cold, which felt refreshing. Only one bed was occupied: Clarisse was there, awake. Argus, the hundred-eyed security guard, was standing on the other side.

- Thanks, Argus! We'll take it from here - said Mateo cheerfully.

Argus just nodded and left through the other door, that connected to the rest of the Big House. 

- Your breakfast madame - Mateo had adopted an overly serious tone. Clarisse just rolled her eyes and took the tray.

- I'm fine, you didn't have to keep me overnight. A good dose of ambrosia and my ankle and head are all better now.

- Now now, the standard procedure for head injuries, even  with ambrosia, is to keep you overnight. Doctor's orders. Now, eat, and after that, we'll check you again before discharging you.

While Clarisse was eating, still grumpy, Mateo continued his tour.

He showed them a very small room, filled with supplies, and a little bed. It was clean, but it looked like someone had slept there last night.