Solangelo One-Shot Collection

🏳️‍🌈Son Of A...Doctor🏳️‍🌈

(Mortal AU! 🙂 Why did my brain tell me to write this? Nico has been getting his routine check-ups with the same doctor for years, one day an unexpected person pops into the office. ⚠️Angst⚠️)

~Nico POV~

Bianca played cards with me while Mmma talked on the phone. Mamma had tears in her eyes.

"Is Mamma okay?" I asked.

Bianca looked at me then at her cards. Does she know who Mamma's talking to? Why can't I know?!

I coughed. My sister grabbed a tissue and wiped my mouth. It's bloody again.

The phone clicked. A sob radiated the hall and Mamma dropped down to her knees, hugging me as close as she could.

{Many Years Later}

"Have you been using your inhaler?" Dad asked.

"Yes! I have!" I said. "If you keep asking, I'm hanging up!"

"I'm sorry, I'm just worried about you." He said.

"I'm just living on my own." I said.

"Nico, you're sick!" Dad said.

"I know! I've been dealing with my illness longer than you have! You weren't there until Mamma and Bianca died!" I snapped. "You were with your new family while Mamma tried her best to care for me on what little she had! You only started caring after you found out it might kill me!"

I coughed and wheezed. Dad didn't say anything. I spit phlegm in a tissue.

"I have an appointment." I said. "I'll talk to you later. Bye, Dad."

I hung up before he replied.

I don't hate Dad's second family, not his daughter at least. My little sister. Hazel. She's so sweet.

[Flashback To Eight Years Prior]

"A sick child, just what we need." Miss Marie growled. "What are we supposed to do with him? Why didn't you just send him off to his grandparents?"

"He's my son, Marie. My responsibility." Dad said.

The two bickered on and on. I squeezed my eyes shut, praying I'd just melt into my seat and disappear. Why didn't I die too? Why did I survive? It should've been me who died, not them. Bianca had so much more she could have done for the world! I have nothing! I'm nothing! I'm just sick! She had potential!

Something wrapped around my shoulders.

"Don't cry." A girl whispered. "Please don't cry."

I hugged her. My little sister.

"Hazel! Get away from the boy! He might be contagious!" Miss Marie hissed.

"It's not contagious, it's genetic." Dad replied.

"Genetic?!" Miss Marie screamed.

"On his mother's side." Dad said, clearly annoyed at the insinuation. "Hazel, dear, could you show Nico to his room?"

Hazel let go of me and nodded, her curly hair bouncing up and down. She hopped off the couch and I followed after. She led me out of the room and up the stairs.

"They fight a lot." Hazel said. "I'm sorry."

I shrugged.

"Mom didn't like the fact she wasn't Dad's first wife." She said. "I didn't even know I had any siblings until Dad got the call."

She smiled at me, a wide and welcoming grin.

"I can't wait to get to know you! I've always wanted a brother!" She told me.