"my Music Box" Solangelo fanfic

Part 4: Nico

Nico POV:

I just had the worst dream of my life.

or was it technically a nightmare? i don't care. the point is that i hated it. i was going through everything i've been through again, but it was worse. everything was. 

And then i wake up. 

i wake up in a white room, with a cloth over my smallish forehead. i turn my head and look closely around. i realise i'm in the infirmary, but i'm not surprised by that, i get surprised by the person laying in the second bed in the room. Beach blonde hair. freckles. Grey Arctic Monkeys hoodie. 

"Will?" i whisper out gently, but he doesn't stir. 

I push off my blanket, swing my legs of the bed slowly and stand up, walking over to the bed he's in. i get close enough, and lean down slightly, observing his face. He has dark bags under his eyes, a large freckle under his left eyebrow. but what worried me was the tear streaks down his face. it looks like this was his first sleep in around 2 weeks, and like he didn't even mean to fall asleep.

"Will?" i say, worried about him. It's a normal thing to be worried about people. 

i watch as he fumbles about in the blanket, then opens his eyes, staring right into mine.

"Nico?" he asks back, then i see a wave of relief wash over his freckled and perfectly tanned face. 

"you finally woke up!" he shouts at me, as he grapples himself onto me, hugging me tight. usually i hate hugs, but Will's hug found a way. It was warm, so i hugged him back. 

"you shouldn't be up" he tells me, moving out of his bed. 

"but you looked upset, so i came to see you." i say, in my little bed head voice. "how long was i out for?" 

"a little over a week, i was so worried, we nearly transported you to Camp Jupiter just so we could have Hazel monitor over your life" he says to me, as if he's letting off a huge burden. 

"a week?! that's way better than usual. i'm usually out for 2-3" i say, relieved.

"I know that, but i was so worried because none of your blood reports could determine your status, and you were terribly sick, and thrashing constantly in your sleep, so i had to keep next to you, using my powers to keep your being grounded, and i lost control of my powers, and passed out after breaking a barrier controlling what i was doing, and i refused to leave, so i eventually got put in a spare bed in here so i could calm down" he explains to me sheepishly.

"Why?" i ask, stunned that anyone would actually stay by me constantly just to make sure i'm okay. 

"because, Nico, i care about you" Will tells me, completely sincere.

"and i don't know why you do." i mumble off to the side. 

"Because you're one of my bestest friends, Neeks." he laughs at me. he laughs, and I was so mesmerized by it. 

"Friends? really? and don't call me that" i blurt out, and i feel my face going a bit red. 

"of course your my friend, Neeks. You've spent too much time in this infirmary helping me, that it's impossible for us to nor be best friends. I know more about you than anyone else i'm pretty sure. " Will rambles on, but my mind can't fully process it.