Solangelo One Shots (fluff)

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Nico was really sick of all of it.

He woke up that morning with the worst headache he'd experienced in a while, along with not being able to move an inch without pain shooting through his body.

He was on his side when he woke and instantly felt the tingling in his lower back. When he tried to move, the pain shot violently down his left leg and he cried out, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip. He really hated his body. The bloody thing could never just let him live, could it?

He gripped the sheet firmly in his fist, trying to take deep breaths to calm himself and gain the balls to move to a more comfortable position. All he had to do was flip onto his back and get a pillow to rest under his knees and he would be fine.

But when he opened his eyes to grab for a pillow, the throbbing dizziness in his head pierced through him, along with a numbness that tingled down the backs of his legs. He let out a sob, trying to catch his breath, the pain having stolen it.

Why did he have the body of a ninety year old? Oh right, because he technically was one. Stupid lotus casino.

He groaned and laid in his own misery, praying that Will would show up soon to check on him when he wouldn't show up for breakfast.

The thought of his boyfriend eased his mind just a bit. The thought of his warm hands that soothed his aches flooded his brain and he took a deep breath. Maybe he could fall back asleep in the meantime, truthfully he had no idea what the time was.

After what felt like hours—about twenty minutes— and a feeble second attempt at trying to adjust himself, he finally heard the slapping of flip flops against the stairs up to his cabin and the light rapping of knuckles against the wood.

"Nico?" Will called through the door. "Can I come in?"

"Yes!" Nico called, desperately needing him.

Not a second later, Will opened the door and shut it softly behind him. "Hey, death boy," Will greeted and oh gods his voice was like a fuzzy blanket that wrapped around Nico's brain. "You never showed up to breakfast, everything okay?" Will was now at the side of Nico's bed, near his face. Will's hand came up and gently brushed against Nico's cheek.

Nico felt all melty under his touch, but then a shooting pain reminded him of his agony. "No," he said flatly. "I'm in so much pain, Will," his voice turning desperate.

Will hummed and kneeled down beside him, placing his whole palm along the side of Nico's face. Immediately the ache in Nico's head subsided, a faint glow flowing out of the son of Apollo's hand. "Oh, darling, I'm so sorry," a tender kiss landed on Nico's forehead. "I can tell, it's awful, huh,"

Nico nodded faintly, a small whimper escaping him as more weakness and aches spread down his back.

"Wanna change positions?" Will asked, already standing up.

Nico nodded again and Will pulled the covers back.

With great care, his boyfriend adjusted him to his back and placed a pillow under his knees. Instant relief flowed through Nico and he let out a breath. "Thank you," he sighed as he opened his eyes to gaze up at his love.

"Of course," Will said, curling some of Nico's hair around his finger. "Need anything else?"

Nico shrugged and immediate regret rushed through him, his leg spasmed and he hissed. "It still hurts," he knew it was a stupid statement, it was in the name, wasn't it? Chronic pain. Pain all the time. But this was worse than normal and he just wanted to dissolve into nothingness.

Will's eyebrows furrowed in thought. "Have you taken your pills?"

Nico huffed.

Will frowned. "I'll go get them," then he was walking to Nico's bathroom and rummaged around for a little bit before he came back with four pills. Three Advil and one of Nico's antidepressants. "Here ya are, my love," he said, handing Nico the pills and a water cup.