three days

-Nine-

Nico's POV

It was way too early for this.

Don't even get me started on all the things that had gone wrong... in only one hour.

I sighed, rubbing my temple with my free hand. A healing boy didn't need this sort of ruckus right after waking up. Not wanting to sound like a whiny brat, I said nothing and just took another sip of the chocolate milk.

I tried not to focus on the fact that Will was holding my hand... again! Which was honestly pretty hard. Because Will was all I could think about these past few days.

I sighed, realizing that this happened way too often.

Why did he always do this me?

"Sunshine, you almost done with your breakfast?"

I gave him an incredulous look.

"Sunshine? Solace, I gotta say, that's even worse than Death Boy. And besides, in this relationship, the nickname would best suit you."

Will raised an eyebrow and smirked.

Oh shit. Had I really just said that? Yes, I had. The blush on my cheeks darkened and in a weak attempt to get rid of it, I pried his hand off of mine.

"Relationship?" Will teased.

"Shut up." I puffed my cheeks out. He pushed some hair out of my face and the corner of his lips went up in a small smile. When his fingers made contact with my cheek, cupping it gently, it made me feel warm.

Damnit, skeleton butterflies.

I turned my head out of stubbornness. Will's hand fell and I couldn't help but feel a little bad. But Will was getting too close, and I didn't want that. If he got too close... I'd end up liking him. And he would break my heart with his stupid heterosexuality. It's happened before.

You have to be careful, I thought.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his face fall. He still didn't look too good, even after he had said it was just stress. The bags were still under his bags, eyes dull, and smiling less. Will look nervous and was fidgeting. Any time a monitor would beep, his eyes went wide, fear evident in its cerulean color.

Will was not just stressed. It was more than that, and I was worried.

I pulled him down by the collar of his doctor's coat so that we could be eye level. He was shocked at first, but finally regained his composure. Our faces were close so that our noses were almost touching.

"Will, really... tell me what's wrong." I tightened my grip on his collar.

"I told you, it's just stress."

"It's more than that."

"It's not."

"It is!" I hissed.

Why couldn't he let me help him?

No one else in the room noticed us. Except for Jason. Jason was being weird. Of course, he wasn't really in the room. He was still outside of the window, occasionally peeking in with a camera.

"Nico, don't worry about me. It's not your job."

"So it's not my job to worry about my friend?!"

There was a pause coming from him.

"Well... I-I uh..." Will continued to ramble.

"Shut up, you blubbering fool." I huffed.