At the doctor's

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Will: And, I thought Octavian was bad. You're in desperate need of blood.

Nico: What? No I don't!

Will: Sit on the stool. It'll be a quick fix, I promise.

Nico: No, I'm fine.

Will: I told you that underworld stuff literally drains you.

Nico: *scoffs* What do you know?

Will: Sit, death boy.

Nico: ......Fine.

Will: Now, what kind of blood do you have?

Nico: What?

Will: You know, what's your type?

Percy: *from other side of Camp Half Blood* IT AIN'T ME!!!!!!!!

Nico: *facepalm*

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