Love the Impossible

Chapter 23 - Rachel's P.O.V.

He was in pain.

He was in pain and I hadn't noticed.

When he started to panic, I grabbed his face in my hands and forced him to look at me. Apparently, that was helpful, because his eyes were more focused.

"Why didn't you say something?" I asked in the sweetest tone I could pull off. When he said he had his brain fogged and scrambled, I scolded myself for being selfish and not consider he was in some kind of problem "I get that you don't want me to worry about you... But, if we are in this relationship, we need to be honest with each other, OK?"

When he adverted his eyes, I knew that he loved me enough to keep his problems to himself and never ever give me or share his baggage.

"I know you're tired and that you're hurting, so why don't we talk in the morning, OK?" I proposed to him, trying to let him rest him mind. He didn't just nod. He leaned forward and kissed me. That's one way to talk...

"I love you so much" he whispered against my lips. If that was the only sentence he could manage for the rest of his life, I was more than OK with it.

"And I love you" I replied back, giving him one last hug before we picked up the remains of our date. We walked in silence towards the cave, earning some glances from the campers. I even noticed some smirks from Piper. Only the gods know why she was so happy...

We got into my cave and got ready to sleep. I started to use Octavian's old clothes as night gowns.

"Are those...?" I looked down at my clothes and blushed a little.

"Um, yes?" It came out as a question and not the statement I wanted. But he didn't seem to mind. He walked to me and shoved me over his shoulder, my head looking at his, well, behind and making me squeak in surprise "Octavian!!" I couldn't help but to laugh about his actions. I even heard him chuckle. Yay!! That worked!! He place me on bed and crawled next to me, using the most tattered and old Camp T-shirt I could ever find. And, some shorts. Not giving people material so they can talk about us.

"Goodnight, love you" he kissed my forehead and tucked me on his left side, his chin over my head.

"Love you too" I repeated, meaning it every time. I pretended to fell asleep in his chest and, when I heard him breathing even, I got out of his embrace, grabbed a pair of Uggs and left the cave.

I was on a mission to save him. Or, at least, help him get better.

I got to the place I was looking for and knocked like my life depended on it. Well, almost.

"Coming, coming!!" Was the reply I got. I looked around, to see if the harpies were making their rounds to be greeted by an angry son of Hades.

Nico di Angelo was no happy camper right now.

"Sorry I wake you-"

"You better have a good reason for waking me up at this ungodly hour!" he cut me, frowning. I glared at him.

"Nico, it's not even 11 pm" I showed him my watch so he could see, effectively, that it was 10:44 pm.

"Oh" he gasped, like if that fixed his mistake "What do you want?"

"I need to talk you about something... Can I come in or is Hazel inside?" I wondered, trying not to intrude.

"Hazel is not visiting. Please, c'mon in..." he let me in, though the last part sounded so forced. I quickly walked inside and paced around "What is so important-"

"Something is wrong with Octavian" I blurted out.

"Of course something is wrong with Octavian" Uh?! He already knew?! "He's alive when he clearly died" I frowned at him.

"That wasn't what I was talking about" I pointed out.

"Then, I don't see why are you here..."

"Do you wanna help us or not?" I snapped at him. Nico raised an eyebrow, unfazed "If you don't want to, just say it"

"I don't want to" I nodded at him.

"Fine. Sorry I waste my time" I walked back to the door, but not before I spoke my mind to him "You wanna know why I came here? I came here because I thought that you, being who you are, could help me understand what was happening to my boyfriend, why he suddenly has his brain all fogged and scrambled, why he is always staring at me like he's gonna lose me, why he had to come back from the dead to be giving a second chance in life" I ranted, nor caring if he was listening or not "I thought that, maybe, because you knew what is to be felt left aside, you could help him. Because you lived in the Underworld and he just came back and almost died, twice" I shivered at the memories "But, it's OK, be all the mean you want... I'd never expect something else from you" I finished and slammed the door behind me.

I ran back to the cave. I needed him to comfort me, to stroke my hair and let me cuddle with him. I wanted him to tell me that he loved me, no matter what.

I found him still in the same position it was when I left. I quickly crawled to his side, trying to keep the tears of anger and despair that wanted out.

"I won't fail you" I promised, when I felt his arms wrapped around me "I'll do what ever I can to help you... Forget the rest. Just you and me against the world..." I fall asleep after that, no nightmares, just plans and hopes on get him better.

And I swear on the Styx I was gonna help him...