Butterflies

Chapter 1

GUESS WHO'S BACK?

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"I need the sponge."

"No, I'm pretty sure you need singing lessons."

"Shut your mouth death boy, you're here to help me, remember?"

"Yeah, no, you forced me here and, didn't I say something about being called 'death boy'?"

"Don't act like an idiot, we both know you like nicknames."

"I don't."

"Sure, darling, and can I get a scalpel?"

"CAN YOU TWO ACTUALLY STOP FLIRTING AND JUST FINISH WHATEVER THE HELL YOU ARE DOING?"
Both boys jumped and Will almost dropped the sharp object. The doctor in he doorway who had just spoke turned with a sigh and left. Nico moved his eyes from the patient, to Will, then to the now empty doorway.

And then they burst out laughing. Hunching over with gusts of laughter to cover up how both felt butterflies. How the word 'flirting' was scarier heard than the yelling itself. But it was humorous how they had been paying less attention to their patient than they should be.

"Okay, Nico I do need your help. So come on, get me a cloth." Will bent back over the form in the bed and made his incision with the scalpel. Nico grabbed a cloth off the counter and tossed it onto Will's face.

"There's your cloth, sunshine." The word tingled Will's arms, but he managed to scowl despite the feeling.

"Very professional, Nico, I could have made a fatal mistake." Will picked the cloth off his face and then carefully spread it out in front of him. "Get me that syringe." Nico handed the little cylinder to Will and he injected it with the precision of a true doctor. He stepped back to examine his work and Nico covered his hand with his mouth. Will almost needed to as well, because the work they had done was flawless and hilarious.

A sleeping camper now had a sponge on his forehead, a cut in his shirt, and a cloth with a smile plastered onto his stomach. It honestly wasn't that funny, but seeing it on a person after working so hard to make it made it the funniest thing in the world.

"Good work, Will," Nico was able to say between contained laughs. Will raised his hand for a high five and got one from the pale boy.

"We'll see if he wants to try egg the infirmary again."

Will let himself laugh for a bit and Nico replied, "Well, I mean maybe the seven rhyming curses put on him at once by the doctors was already enough punishment."

"Yeah, but all that did was knock him out."

"For three days."

"Whatever."

Nico snorted and then walked out of the room, Will following. The halls of the infirmary were slow, a few people milling about. The boys headed straight to Nico's room, a small square of space holding a bed and nothing else. He grabbed his shirt off the bed and then made to leave the room once more.
"Woah," Will started, grabbing Nico's arm before he could slip past. "Where are you going?" Nico pulled his arm free of Will's grip and then striped the hospital provided shirt off, exposing his bare chest.

"I'm going out, doing stuff. That okay mother?" Nico asked sarcastically, pulling his newly washed black tee over his head. Will just blinked with his mouth slightly open, looking a bit flustered at seeing Nico with his shirt off.