Solangelo One Shots

When Tragedy Strikes

So finally, finally, I finished the special one shot I wrote for 10k views. It's 4k+ words, so I really hope you like it!

Will's POV

I saw a flash of stygian iron outside of the medic tent and heard the pained scream of a hellhound as Nico cut down yet another intruder to the camp. Sometime in the night the border to the camp had been severely weakened, and a pack of hellhounds had invaded the camp. But so far, no casualties. We had almost killed them all, and none other than my boyfriend was leading the charge. I caught his eye from inside the tent, and he shot me a cocky grin. He mouthed something to me, something that I couldn't make out. Shaking my head in exasperation at Nico's overwhelming confidence, I turned back to the camper I was supposed to be treating; a young Demeter girl who had gotten a nasty scrape on her leg, but she would be fine.

 As I wrapped it tightly in ace bandages and instructed her to stay off of it for a few weeks, I heard a sharp scream of pain resonating from the outside followed by a silence more painful than any injury I had ever sustained. Leaving the girl with her leg, I bolted outside, grabbing any herb I could find and stuffing them into the pocket of my doctor's coat. I whipped back the tent door, and the sight that met my eyes was more terrifying than anything I had ever witnessed, in battle or out. Scorch marks were scattered on the previously spotless cabins, and spoils of war were strewed across the battle field- a hellhound ear here, an empousa leg there. But the most terrifying thing in sight was the huge ring of campers hovering around a single camper, horribly wounded. I could hear whispers in the crowd, and sympathetic looks were tossed my way. I pushed myself through the ring, not caring in the person I pushed was Clarisse or Mr. D. 

"Move," I gasped, fumbling with the herbs in my pocket as I ran, trying to assemble a decent mixture before I got to the only person I couldn't see in front of me. After what seemed like a thousand eternities stacked on top of one another, the circle parted to reveal the camper, gravely injured, laying on a circle of dying grass. His raven black hair was spread out like a halo around his head and every labored breath made my heart pinch. Wet red blood leaked out of long gashes in his stomach and his favorite black skull shirt was torn to shreds. I knew that shirt. I had gotten him that shirt. It was his lucky one, the one he wore into every battle. 

"Nico," I murmured. "Stay with me, okay? You're going to be fine, I promise." I shoved the crushed up herbs into his dry mouth, but he spit them back up. 

"Will, I'm beyond saving and you know it." 

"No," I gasped, grabbing his hand. I didn't want to believe him, but I knew he was right. As I clenched his hand tightly in mine, I could already feel the heat leaving his limbs. With Nico's last ounce of energy, he lifted his shaking neck and gave me one last kiss. 

"No," I sobbed. Salty tears dripped down on Nico's body. "Don't leave me, please." Nico gave me one last smile, and I felt my heart shatter. "Nico? Nico!" I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I looked up into Percy's watering green eyes. 

"Will, I'm so, so sorry. But he's gone." 

"No!" I screamed. I buried my face into Percy's shoulder as my world broke around me. 

Percy's POV (a week later)

"Has he come out yet?" I asked, peering nervously into the dark windows of the Apollo cabin. His half- sister Kayla shook her head sadly as she hustled past me on her way to the overcrowded infirmary, her arms laden down with bandages and medicine. 

"We've all been overworked at the infirmary, too," she added. "But if you can get him to eat something, please do. I can't remember the last time he got up." I nodded my thanks and quietly pushed open the door to the cabin.