The moon and sun (A solangelo fanfic)

Chapter 1: Nico

Three days. That's what Will told me. I can't believe I'm stuck in the infirmary for three days. 

After I talked to Percy, I walked over to him to begin my three days of torcher.

"What was that about?" Will asked.

"None of your business," I replied. I didn't want to tell him that I had a crush on Percy. He would probably look at me with disgust.

Will lead me to the infirmary. We walked past a few rooms, until we got to the very end. Will opened a door with number 33 on it. He walked in and I followed.

Inside was a bed, a nightstand, and some drawers probably containing doctory stuff.

"So, do you like it?" Will asked.

"It's better than my coffin bed," I said.

Will stared at me. "Coffin- never mind. Sit in the bed so I can check you for any extreme damage."

I sat in the bed, and Will pulled out the stethoscope. He put it against my heart, and listened. Then he pulled away, taking the stethoscope out of his ears.

"All good," he said. "Is it okay if you pull off your shirt?"

I blushed, then looked away, not wanting Will to see me like that.

Then I pulled off my shirt, not looking down to see the horror that laid underneath.

Will gasped as he inspected me. I looked down, seeing scars and bruises all over. But Will was looking at my werewolf scratches.

"How long ago did you get these?" He demanded.

"About two weeks ago," I replied.

"They could have gotten infected! Why didn't you go to the infirmary?"

"I was busy trying to transport the Athena Parthenos and almost dying from shadow travel."

"Oh right. Well, you should have let me look at them immediately when you got back."

I sighed. "I was helping defeat Gaea."

"Well, you could have told me!"

Why was Will so upset? No one would care if I died, except for a handful of people. Why would Will suddenly care?

"So, how bad are they?" I asked.

"They are pretty bad, but you'll survive," Will said. "Thankfully."

I stared at Will. Why would he be thankful that I survived?

Will looked back, then he realized he said the last part out loud. He looked away, embarrassed.

Will walked over to get some things from the drawer.

"You're going to need stitches," He told me. "Lie down, with your back towards the ceiling. This will hurt."

I did as he said, preparing for the worst. I felt his hands on me as he stitched me up. I winced in pain every few minutes, but it was not that painful. Well, not more painful than I ever endured.

After a little bit, Will was done. He put some Band-Aids on my back where wounds had been opened.

"You need sleep. I'll be back in a little while," He told me.

Then he left. I laid my head on the pillow, immediately falling asleep.

I was standing out of the Apollo cabin. I then realized that I was dreaming. I knocked on the door, then waited for a few seconds. Then the door opened up, and there was Will.

"Hey death boy," he told me.

"Hey sunshine," I replied. I made up that name for him. I had never said it to him before.

He walked out the door and kissed me. And I kissed back.

I have a crush on Will Solace, I thought. I have a crush on Will Solace!

I couldn't believe it. I then enjoyed the kiss, knowing to never speak about this.

Then my dream changed. I was back in the Tartarus. The air was scarce, and I breathed in slowly. I was back in the bottle. But this time Will was in there with me.

I definitely have a crush on Will.

He looked at me scared and confused. Then one of the Giants that was keeping us hostage plucked him out of the bottle. I was alone.

The giant then threw Will to the floor.

"NO!" I screamed.

"It's okay," Will said to me.

I felt tears running down my cheeks. "No, it's not okay," I told him softly. "It will never be okay."

And his body went limp.

I felt someone shake me. And I woke up.

Will was staring down at me, as I laid in his arms. I was aware that tears were streaming out of my eyes. I didn't care.

"Shh," Will told me. "It will be okay. It's not real, it's not real."

But it felt so real.

I laid in his arms until I went back to sleep.