Jasico - iNSaNiTY.

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Nico POV.

As Nico woke up he noticed that A) he felt warm. B) Someone else was sleeping next to him. C) that person was spooning him from behind.

A blush rose to Nico's pale cheeks, as he noticed Jason's muscular arms. Jason couldn't actually be doing this write? Jason Grace couldn't be cuddling with Nico Di Angelo...right? As Nico's thoughts ran rampid, when a warm breath tickled his neck, "Are you awake Neeks?"

Nico nodded vigorously, doing his best to detach himself from Jason's hold. Jason let Nico go, watching in amusement as the flustered boy tried to regain his bearings. "Um..." Nico was standing up, but his knees were wobbly. He didn't feel well, his cheeks were a flushed shade of red.

"Nico?" Jason asked worryingly, maybe that red on his pale cheeks wasn't a blush.

"I'm fine..." Nico sneezed shaking his head, then Jason's eyes widened, "NICO!"

"What?" Nico asked, flinching at the loud voice.

"We haven't changed your clothes, you must be catching a cold! Here, let me find something that'll fit you!" Jason said quickly, acting as if he was a terrible host.

Nico laughed softly. But his head was pounding, and wouldn't let him laugh loudly.

Nico must have been staring off into to space, when Jason said from the closet, "Here you go!"

A pair of grey sweatpants flew in Nico's face. Jason laughed, "Catch!"

Nico removed the pants from his face and grumbled at the laughing blue eyed boy, "A little late of a warning, don't you think?"

"How about his? CATCH!" Jason laughed, sending a short sleeved shirt towards Nico.

Nico caught it, but then hesitated when he saw the short sleeves, and lied, "Jason, hey...I'm a bit cold...do you have a sweatshirt?"

Jason nodded, still grinning and sent a black sweatshirt sailing towards Nico. Nico gave Jason a quick nod, and then asked, "Um... where's the bathroom?"

"I'll show you," Jason pointed to a door that Nico thought that led to a closet. "You have your own bathroom?" Nico asked. He was used to having only one bathroom, one he couldn't use because of...of...of...his fa- Nico cut his thoughts short and went into the bathroom.

Shutting the door behind him,

Nico gingerly lifted his shirt up, wincing at the movement. But eventually the shirt came off, and Nico saw the damage. There was a bloody gash in his side, from a beer bottle. Another on his back, from a piece of glass.

But bruises were everywhere. Nico looked away and quickly got ready to take a shower.

=Time skip because I don't want to write about Nico being in the shower. ☺=

Leo POV

"He's upstairs, he'll be down soon, " Jason said to Leo.

Leo was sitting on the couch, a mug of coffee in his hand.

Leo nodded and said, "I'm guessing your father told you what that boy did?"

Jason nodded, grinning slightly. Still amazingly happy that his father was alive. Leo took a sip of coffee, "Nico begged me not to tell you guys but...I didn't feel rite getting all the credit.

Jason nodded, "Yea, he doubts himself a lot..." Jason trailed off, thinking about that night when he had stopped Nico from jumping off the bridge.

Leo looked at the lost look in Jason's eyes and was about to ask Jason what he was thinking about when a quiet voice from the stop of the stairs, whispering, "Jason..."

Jason's head shot up and he called, "Nico, Leo and I are down here!"

There was a silence, when there was a yelp of pain and the sound off someone falling down the stairs.

Nico was at the bottom of the steps as Jason got to his feet. "Nico!" Jason cried out in surprise.

"Hey..." Nico laughed weakly. A red haze covering his cheeks. A blush.

Leo watched with interest as Jason laughed, and helped Nico up off the floor. "You ok?" Jason asked gently. Nico nodded, and replied with, "I'm just a really big clutz," but there was a hint of pain in his voice.

"Why don't you come sit down and we can talk," Leo said, taking a sip of coffee.

Nico looked at Leo warily, Leo noticed this and noted the hint of anxiety showing.

The way the boy fidgeted, the way his eyes darted around, and the small quivers ever so often. "So Nico, where are you hurt?" Leo asked, almost regretting what he said once he saw how Nico reacted, the quivering became a shaking.

"I've just got a few bruises, nothing to look at," Nico lied, he glanced at Jason, begging him not to snitch.

"That's bull," Jason snapped at Nico, Nico flinched and ducked his head. Jason's eyes softened but then he turned to Leo, "No, he's got a gash somewhere, there was blood everywhere where he had been sleeping!"

Nico looked away, clutching his side with one hand. Leo's eyes narrowed at this and asked cautiously, "Is it your side boy?"

"I'm fine..." Nico said through clenched teeth, a sign of pain.

Jason grabbed Nico's wrists with one hand, and slowly lifted the shirt of the skinny boy with the other.

Leo and Jason gasped, while Nico looked away in shame. "Nico why didn't you tell me that it was this bad? Damn it!" Jason shouted, he got up and paced around angrily.

Nico looked at the angry male with wide, fearful eyes, muttering, "I'm sorry Jason. I didn't want to worry you..."

Jason just sighed angrily and stormed out of the room. "Would you let me see your wound?" asked Leo.

Nico looked the way Jason had gone, looking as if he was doing his best to communicate with Jason with his mind. It must not have worked, because Nico looked at Leo with wide eyes shaking his head, 'no.'

Leo sighed and ran his fingers through his brown curly hair. How was he suppose to help this patient?

Jason came back in, looking a lot calmer and cooler than before, he sat down next to Nico and commanded, "Take your shirt off."

"No," Nico whispered.

"Nico..." Leo started but Jason beat him to it, Jason glowered at Nico and muttered darkly, "Di Angelo take it off. We're only trying to help you."

Nico was trembling, and was shaking his head over and over again, saying a silent 'no.'

Leo saw this instantly, and came to the conclusion, Jason had to leave. "Jason, out. Now."

Jason glanced over at Leo and then at shaking Nico, and a looking of loss, frustration, sadness, and anger crossed his eyes.

But he slowly got up going into the kitchen.

They were alone.

Nico.

And.

Leo.