Fatal Flaw (a Percy Jackson AU)

To Be or To Not Be

Will
   I ran to Old Navy quickly, but I couldn't find Nico anywhere. The store was quiet and the only other people were a girl and guy who looked pretty close. I decided to approach them. "Have any of you guys seen a small, pale boy with black hair?" I asked.
    The girl laughed. "He left," she said.
    "Where?" I asked desperately.
    "He probably went to kill himself," the boy sneered. "Do yourself a favor and let him die."
   I wanted to smack them both, but Nico needed my help. I needed to find Nico. I didn't know where to look first. I stopped and thought. Where would I go in the mall if I was upset. Of course, the bathroom.
   I ran to the nearest bathroom and a pool of blood outside of one of the stalks greeted me. I ducked underneath and picked up the unconscious Nico. He was covered in cuts all of his arms and he was splattered with blood. He looked so fragile that I felt my heart break.
    I walked as quickly as I could while carrying the unconscious Nico. Percy and Annabeth gaped when they saw Nico in my arms. "Just, get Dr. Chiron," I said desperately.
     Percy ran off while Annabeth helped me open the door. We soon got to the dr where everyone else was already in. "Will," Dr. Chiron said. "Take Nico to the back of the car. We're going to drive back to the hospital, but I need you to keep him alive along the way."
    I nodded and hopped into the trunk after laying Nico down. I started using the antiseptic wipes to clean Nico's arms before I covered his arms in gauze. Nico, please he alright. I don't want to lose you. Please, Nico. You've been so kind to me.
Tears ran down my face as I struggled to keep Nico alive. I didn't know how I could hear life without Nico. He made me feel more stable; he made me feeler love when I was down and he grounded me when I was high. Love truly is the most powerful thing in the universe. It's a pity I didn't realize that before.

Dionysus
Dr. Chiron and Will were carrying the limp and bloody body of Nico. He looked so like my son, Pollux, after he died in a drunk-driving accident. I felt tests sting my already bloodshot eyes. The day I ruined Grover's life was two days after Pollux died. It was the worst thing that ever happened to me. I wouldn't wish that pain on anyone.
I hurriedly hooked up Nico to life-support machines. He was quickly connected to an IV in his leg because his arms needed stitching. I stitched together his skin and I felt like a tailor trying to turn hundreds of pieces of shredded fabric into a beautiful fabric.
After a few hours, Nico vitals started becoming stable. I was hopeful. I hoped that Nico's family would be able to des him alive. I hoped that Nico's friends would accept him, but most of all, I wished that Nico would be able to have a better life.