Solangelo One Shots (fluff)

Hero x Villain AU (pt.2)/Story LVIII

THIS IS A CONTINUATION OF THE PREVIOUS STORY!! PLEASE READ THAT IF YOU HAVE NOT ALREADY

Will let out a deep breath as he felt Nico's body relax into the bed and his eyes fell shut. Nico's hand was still holding his hand against his cheek, but the tight grasp that was once on it slowly loosened and moments later, fell off, landing with a small flop on the pillow next to his head.

He was out cold. Will slowly removed his hand from his cheek as well as the glowing one from his side. The painkillers he gave him were strong and the other one was the reason he conked out so quickly.

Did Will feel bad for drugging him? No, not really. He knew that the smaller man was not going to rest without it, and would have resisted even more if he knew he had to rest in Will's bed.

Will took another breath and reached up to push the hair from his face again, the locks greasy and stiff. Nico's face was grimy and covered in dirt. Small scrapes scattered his skin all over, but there were three significant ones that went down his cheek to his jaw. Will had cleaned them up as best he could, but the skin around was badly irritated and crusted with dried blood.

There wasn't anything he could really do until Nico woke. Sure, the villain was out, but there was still a chance of him waking up. Plus, Will felt weird about touching and cleaning and checking him over while he was unconscious. Yes, he had to take his shirt off to deal with his side, but that was dire and needed to be done.

Will stood slowly, to not jostle Nico too much. He had at least six hours until the medicine would wear off and probably another six after that, hoping Nico would stay sleeping so his body could heal more.

So Will headed towards the door, took one last look at the sleeping man, then left, closing the door behind him.

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It was cold and damp as Nico's feet slapped against the rocky floors of the narrow, dark hall. He felt the stone scrape his feet, blood dripping from him and leaving footprints where he'd once been.

He was panting, his breaths came short and sharp like something was piercing his lungs. He had to keep going though, he couldn't slow down, not now, not after going so far, not after everything. He... must... keep... running....

His vision grew splotchy as his limbs became heavy, each step was like treading through thick, burning sand. The ground beneath him shifted, the unforgiving stone moving under him like water, still sharp but rising, like standing on the beach and watching the water lap at your feet, sucking the sand out from under them on every pull.

But this, the rocks were simply pulling him deeper and deeper, his feet began to sink, then his ankles, calves, knees, thighs. He clawed at the ground around him, hoping for purchase. But it was no use. The rocks sliced his palms and he screamed out as the stone rose up his face, sniffing out his last breath.

Nico gasped awake. He bolted up, but cried out in pain as he clutched his side. He flopped back down on the bed, and curled in on himself, clutching the blankets tightly in his fist.

His skin was damp and clammy, cold sweat coated him from head to toe and felt sticky against the sheets. Tears streamed down his cheeks and his chest heaved, He gasped for air, squeezing his eyes shut and rocking himself against the bed as he shook in pain and fear.

A touch to his shoulder broke him of his trance. The touch was light and comforting and not too overwhelming.

"Hey, Nico," a voice said, soft and smooth. "You're okay, you're safe,"

Nico sniffed and uncurled. He cracked his eyes open and saw the dim room, the only light coming from the bottom of a curtain. The yellow and blue blanket he had in his hand was crinkled and damp from his panic. He turned his head towards the voice and was struck once again by sparkling blue eyes.