Saving Harry ⚯͛ ♆ Demigods in Hogwarts

Nico Stabs a Toaster

 
WHEN YOU HAVE WRITERS BLOCK AND THIS CHAPTER HAPPENS OH MY GODS YOU CAN IGNORE THIS ONE IF YOU WANT. Sorry for the clichè-ness of this chapter. What can I say, I like Solangelo (not really romantic all of the time but them yelling at each other, which is what this chapter consists of.)

"What was all that about?" Will asked when Nico reached him. "I've never seen Percy that confused."

    "It's none of your business," Nico snapped back, then felt bad about it.

    Will put his hands up, "You're right, you're right. I'm sorry. Now come on, you owe me three days in the infirmary." With that, Will grabbed a protesting Nico's arm and pulled him forward.

    Will swung open the door and they were greeted with a swarm of people. The members of the Apollo cabin were running around everywhere, attending to patients, grabbing medicine, and breaking down crying at the vast amount of people that needed healing.

    "Sorry," Will apologized, "it's kinda crowded. But I'm sure we can find you a space somewhere."

    "I could just go back to my cabin," suggested Nico, trying to inch back towards the door.

    "Don't even THINK about it," he grabbed the collar of Nico's ridiculous floral shirt and pulled him forward. "You need me to heal you." Will walked him all the way to the back of the infirmary, where only one single bed remained vacant.

    "Here we go. Now, sit down so I can help you," Will directed. Nico, now with no way to escape, sat down obediently on the bed. He realized Will was staring at him curiously.

    "What?" Nico asked, "Have I already broken one of your rules?"

    "No no!" Will promised, "It's just that, your posture is perfect! I usually have to tell people how to sit so I can check up on them, but how you're sitting is flawless!"

    Great, Nico thought to himself, my stupid 1920s-ness is still here.

    Nico had been trying really hard to adjust to this generation, but some things he hadn't been able to shake.

    "Sorry," he replied sarcastically, "would you like me to slump so you can correct me?"

    Will pinched the bridge of his nose, "You're so annoying. Just stay seated how you are and let me check up on you. Now, take off your shirt." Nico blinked, had he heard Will right?

    "What?" He asked stupidly.

    "Take off your shirt. I need to check the cuts underneath." Nico slowly started to self consciously  unbutton his shirt, though there was really no need, as it was already so shredded up he could probably just tear it apart.

    "Holy Hera," Will muttered as Nico shook off the remains of his shirt, staring wide eyed at the scratched on his arms. "What are those?" He pointed at them.

    "Oh, uh, werewolf scratches. We ran into them at some point, they refuse to heal."

    Will looked like he was ready to scream, " You just tell me this NOW?"

    "Yeah, it's the only time you asked what's wrong, so this is the time you hear what's wrong," Nico said.

    "Well, I'm going to have to take out the stitches out of them. They're terribly put in."

    "Well, Reyna's more of a fighter than a healer," Nico grumbled.

    Will raised an eyebrow, "Well lucky for you, I'm more of a healer than a fighter."

    He set to work, applying various types of creams and bandaging Nico's arms at an almost inhuman pace. And after only about 10 minutes, Nico di Angelo resembled a mummy that was wrapped in gauze.

    "Great, now I'm stiff," he said sarcastically.

    "Well would you rather be stiff or dying?" Will shot back. "In case you haven't noticed, di Angelo, I'm trying to help you." Nico decided to ignore him.

    "So," Nico said, gesturing to his Stygian iron sword he had accidentally brought with him out of habit, "what do I do with this while I'm here? I'm guessing you won't let me move around too much."

    "I'll take care of it," Will started to reach for the sword, but Nico cut him off before he could.

    "If you touch the blade, it will reap your soul from your body," he warned.

    Will gulped, "Or maybe you could just carry it." Nico grabbed (with difficulty) the hilt of his sword and followed Solace through a door he had never noticed before.

    Behind the doors was what Nico assumed was their break room. It was small, with wooden floors and a white counter on the back wall. There was a miniature refrigerator on one side and a toaster resting on the counter. An Apollo girl was waiting for the bread in it to toast when the sound of vomit hitting the floor came from outside.

    She turned around and sighed, "I've got that," she sounded exhausted. "Will, don't touch my toast, I'll be right back."

    "Okay Kayla, I wasn't planning on it anyway," he assured.

    "Since when do you have a break room?" Nico asked.

    "Sometimes we have to stay here for days at a time, so we have a place here to quickly make food or rest for a few."

    "Ah," said Nico, not really paying attention, "so where do I put this?" He pointed to his sword.

    "You can just store it on the top-" the toaster went off with a ding. It startled Nico so much he did multiple things at once, he jumped a few inches in the air and yelled "Agh!" Then he swung his sword and impaled the toaster.

    Will stood there frozen for a second, his eyes flashing between Nico with his sword and the steaming toaster.

    Finally, he asked, "What exactly did that toaster do to you?"

  "N-nothing," Nico answered, "it... Startled me." He felt his face redden. Nico di Angelo, son of Hades, frightened by a toaster. Though in his defense, he didn't know they dinged when the toast was done. Sure, they had been invented by the time he was born, but his mother had never bought a dinging one.

    A small smile crept its way onto Will's face. "The toaster STARTLED you," he repeated. Gods, Will was so annoying.

    "I didn't know toasters dinged," this conversation just got worse and worse for Nico.

    "You didn't know they dinged?"

    "Would you stop repeating everything I say?" Nico said a bit too loudly. "Anyway, my..." he hesitated, he didn't want Will to start questioning his past that he could hardly remember, "mom... Never bought a toaster that dinged, not many people in my area at the time had them."

    "Wait... What do you mean by 'at the time'? Everyone has toasters!"

    Here we go.

    "'Cause I'm from-" he looked up at Will, expecting him to remember he was born in the 1920's, but Will's face never changed.

    "Go on!" Will rolled his hands.

    "You don't know?" He asked.

    "Know what?"

    "That I'm from the 1920's? Ring a bell? I thought everyone at camp knew," Nico explained, though Will only seemed more confused.

    "How-" he started.

    "Long story, don't ask later."

    "Fine, but-" Will's eyes widened, "if you're from back then, you're probably behind on vaccines. And even if that didn't affect it, you still would be behind because you probably haven't been to an actual doctor since you were ten..." He trailed off into an inaudible mumble. "Okay, anyway," he started again, "put your sword up there, and I'll have to tell Chiron that we need a new toaster," Nico's face grew slightly red. "But for now, come with me, you can't get rid of me yet."

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What even was this chapter 😂😂