A Hero, The Hero (Solangelo)

Nico's POV

       I woke up like always.
Will's hands tangled in my hair?
Check.
Blankets to my knees?
Check.
Sweating from nightmares?
Check.
The sounds of chaos erupting from the camp?
Check.
      Wait what? Everyone was screaming. From what I could see, bows and swords were drawn, daggers in hand, and frantic teens searching for refuge.
      "Will, what's going on?" I asked, desperately awaiting an explanation.
      "Nico. The dream you had last night..." he stopped talking and looked up, blinking tears from his radiant eyes. It all suddenly fit into place.
       "Will, get me the wheelchair." He shook his head, clearly in denial. "Will, I know that it's hard to process, but-"
       "But nothing!" He screamed,"You shouldn't have to die!"
      I finally let loose on everything I've been wanting to say,"Will. I was not meant to be loved. You loved me. I was supposed to be dead. You gave me something to live for. Will Solace, I love you. I was supposed to die a while ago. I am death. I'll face it eventually. Everyone will. It doesn't make a difference when, seeing as useful as I am now. You say that you love me. If you truly love me, get me the dam wheelchair." Without words, he got up and shuffled into a store closet with his head down. After unfolding a wheelchair, he rolled it in my direction.
      "Go. I love you too." He croaked. I decided not to talk. I want those to be my last words. Using my arms to propel me forward, I sped towards the center of camp. I saw a hill. That was it, my final stand, well, kind of. I summoned a bone path for easier travel. Slowly making my way up the hill, I saw him. Well, them technically.