*A request from @MidnightEzra hope this is what you had in mind!!*
Y/n, daughter of Asclepius was NOT a healer.
Sure, she had ability in it, And her father was the god of healing, but she didn't work in the infirmary or rush to heal people after a game of capture the flag. She left stuff like that to the Apollo kids.
Most people who saw her around camp didn't even know who her father was. Another minor god that had been added to the list of cabins. And to most people Y/n was just another camper, she tended to blend into the background.
Which is why it was particularly unusual that there was a loud knocking coming from her door at 3 in the afternoon.
She initially intended to ignore it, but when the aggravating noise persisted, she rolled out of her bed and swung it open.
"What do you want?", she asked.
Luke Castellan was clutching his shoulder, blood seeping through from his hands. They had never met or spoken before, she wasn't even sure he knew where he was.
"I need help", he said, wincing in pain.
Y/n looked him up and down, "I see that. Infirmary's that way".
She tried to close the door on him, but Luke kicked it back open.
"They're a bit busy Y/n, please".
Y/n froze when he said her name, she couldn't imagine why he knew it. When she turned around he was giving her this look, like a wounded puppy. She rolled her eyes and nodded her head in the direction of her bed so he would follow her.
Luke made his way inside and went to sit down beside her on the bed, but she stopped him.
"I do not need some boy bleeding on my bed. Floor".
Luke practically collapsed on the floor, while she pushed his hands down and rolled up his shirt sleeve.
It was too deep for her to offer him a bandaid and send him on his way. Besides, she figured that wasn't what he was here for. He knew her name and where to find her, he must know what she can do.
"You are going to get blood all over my hands", she muttered under her breath, pressing her palm to Luke's bleeding shoulder.
Luke looked up at her, her eyes fluttered closed while she held his arm and he felt a warmth spread through his entire body.
"How are you-", he started to speak.
"Shut up".
The sting from the cut got less and less painful until Luke couldn't feel anything at all. Then Y/n pulled back and slumped over against her bed, panting a little bit.
"Woah, hey", Luke helped her sit up but she pushed his hands back.
"I'm.. I'm fine", she hissed.
Luke wasn't convinced, so he kneeled down in front of her, examining her slightly paled face. He dared to touch her hand that had apparently healed him, and it was cold to the touch.
"Y/n".
She glowered down at him, "How do you know my name?".
"I asked around".
"Excuse me?".
Luke pulled his hand off of hers, "Your father is Asclepius, a god of healing. You are Y/n L/n. I've seen you around camp. Your sisters talk more than you do".
Y/n tried to stand up but her knees buckled and she tripped. Luke caught her in his arms, and she reluctantly allowed him to help her sit.
"You can go now, you are healed", she pointed out.
