Battle Wounds: Solangelo Soulmate AU

EIGHTY

CW: Gets heatteddd🌶 (Easy to skip over, not important for plot, just read until it starts getting heated cause as always it starts slow) but the ending is super super important so I'll put a ☽☽☽ after the smutty stuff

NICO POV:
School starts in two days and the doctors said that Will can't start till the second week, meaning I have to go alone. I may or may not now be in the bathroom having a mini panic attack because I don't want Will to know how scared I am to go without him. I have maybe another two minutes before Will calls me to figure out if I'm really shitting or, well having a breakdown like I am.

I try to focus on my breathing and remind myself that I'll still have Percy and Jason. It isn't working. Even though last year ended surprisingly well I wasn't going to kid my self by assuming this year would go the same. The first week of school is when everyone's asserting their dominance, securing there place on the food chain so to speak, so I know I'm gonna have a lot of problems. With Will it might have been bearable. Without Will I'm either going to end up having a panic attack or two everyday or killing someone, neither are very positive options.

Sure enough my phone starts to ring. I take a deep steadying breath and answer. I didn't get a chance to say anything before Will is asking, "Hey you okay? You've been gone awhile."

"I told you I had to shit," I say, trying not to sound like I'm just finally calming down from a breakdown.

"That's a long shit," Will chuckles nervously. "You sure your okay darling?"

"I'm fi-good, I'm all good."

Will hums uncertainly. "Alright, have fun shitting I guess?"

"Love you," I say rolling my eyes and hanging up.

I try to wash my face of the evidence but know immediately that Wills gonna be able to tell because of how puffy my eyes are. That doesn't tend to go away for at least an hour, and I don't think Will would believe that I'm that constipated.

I drag my feet back to Wills room and he looks up from his phone with a slight frown. "You feeling okay? You were in there for a while."

I shrug noncommittally, "Must have been those weird tacos your mom brought home."

Will huffs a laugh, "It's called Taco bell."

"They just tasted fake," I grumble crawling into bed next to him. It's only 8 but I'm really tired after my nice crying session.

"You look like you've been crying," Wills frown deepens, "You sure your feeling alright?"

"My stomach hurts," I admit, which is true but it definitely isn't the reason I was crying.

"Come here love," he says lifting his arm up.

He's feeling better enough that I can lay on his chest a little now, which makes me really happy. I still can't really cuddle up to him without it hurting, but at least now when I forget all he does is grunt instead of cry out.

He wraps his arm around my shoulder and rubs my back a little. "Sorry, guess we won't get Taco bell again anytime soon."

"Not your fault," I sigh, relaxing into his arms. "I love you."

He smiles and kisses my head, "I love you too. Do you want anything for your stomach? I think there's some pepto in Ma's room."

I shake my head, "Just cuddle me?"

"Course darlin'."

It doesn't take Will long to realize I want to go to bed. I never have to voice these things anymore, Will always just knows. Or on bad days when I don't want to sleep he'll turn off the lights and tuck us in and hold me close so that I have to try.