Nico di Angelo One-shots

Headaches (Part Three)

"Will?" Nico muttered from the seat next to Will. Will pulled into the driveway, their driveway, and stopped the car.

"Will?" Nico asked a little louder.

"Yeah, Neeks?" Will looked at the smaller boy with a glint in his oceanic blue eyes. Nico didn't say anything, his movements said all--he reached for Will's hand and leaned over so his head rested on his arm. He just needed a little more love and confort.

Will held the smaller boy, smiling for his sake, and kissed his head. "You're adorable," he says. "I'm so glad you're okay. But Nico, I don't understand. What's stressing you out so much? I thought you were getting better . . . "

Nico sighed. "I am," he croaked. "But every time a problem goes away, a different one shows. I-I don't even know I was stressing so much, I . . . I love you. Thanks, Will."

"For what?"

"For being perfect. Supportive, and helpful. Caring. Beautiful."

Will grunted and sniffed, "You're all those things."

No more words were said. They each stepped out, and Will walked, with the other boy's shoulder touching his, into the home. Nico's okay, Will assured himself for the last time. The sun is shining again.

🌄🌑🌅🌐

"Lay down." Will instructed once inside.

Nico obeyed without a word, his fragile frame collapsing on the couch. Will grabbed the T.V. remote and turned on the News. He changed the channel, and put on ABC. Nico's favorite show was on, Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. The boy averted his attention to it, and watched the repeated episode. He looked cozy on the couch cushions, with a blanket he's pulling onto himself. Will decided to give him something--someone--to cuddle with.

Nico smiled. Smiled. It made Will's heart leap. He leaned down behind Nico on the couch so that there was room for both of them. They snuggled the rest of the night.

Timey Skippo

Will woke up bright and early, like usual, a tired Nico still sleeping next to him with tangled hair. He didn't want to wake the boy, he figured he needed the rest. So Will carried out with the rest of his (quite boring) day.

He made breakfast for hinself, he'll make Nico's when he awakes. It was just buttered toast for Will. He munched it down quickly with a glass of orange juice. He quickly cleaned up, then went to brush his teeth (Will wants to be a dentist when he's old enough). He brushed his hair, though it didn't take much effort. He had a few minutes to spare, so he drew a rainbow on his arm. When it was time, he left for groceries (he hates not having a schedule, so he left at 9 a.m. sharp). When he came back thirty minutes later, Nico was rubbing his eyes awake. He set everything in the kitchen, and then went back to Nico.

"Hi." he greeted.

"Hey." Deathbreath replied.

"You feeling better?"

"A bit."

"Okay, lay down."

"Why?"

"Rest and relaxation, Nico."

"Under one condition."

"And what is that?"

"You're with me all day."

"Deal."

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"Will?" Nico croaked, interrupting their show, moving his palm to his temple and closing his eyes.

"What is it?" Will sat up. Something is wrong.

"My head." Nico let out. Will put his arm around the boy and watched to see if it was anything too serious. He read the papers, they said he'd have some problems, and it listed them. He just needed to make sure.

"Ugh." Nico mumbled, closing his eyes tighter, both hands on his temples. He rubbed them, but stopped once he realized it wasn't doing anything. Will rubbed the boy's back, pressing in circles.

"You're fine, it's okay." Will supported. Nico grumbled something, but Will couldn't make it out.

"UGH." Nico clinched his head tighter. Will moved closer.

"Ugh, Will!" Nico cried. Will felt so horrible, but he was told this would be happening for at least a week. He felt so bad, though . . . He shushed Nico, mumbling words of encouragement. He can't take watch him suffer any longer.

A tear slipped down Nico's face.

"Ow," Nico whimpered. "Ow." By now, Will started worrying like crazy. Of course this is supposed to happen, but only for 1-2 minutes. Not 5! Something's wrong, he concludes. Very wrong. He pulls out his phone, rubs Nico's knee, and steps into another room.

He calls Nico's doctor, Dr. Michael Yew.

"Hello?" Dr. Yew picks up almost immediately.

"Um, there's a problem, I-I'm not sure, I-I-"

"I'm coming. [Address]?" he asks.

Will heaves a sigh, "Yes."

"Okay, thank you. On my way."

The phone hung up. Will quickly stode back to Nico, who had stopped making noises. He was hugging himself, his eyes closed with a stream of tears. He was sitting upright.

"Nico?" Will asked, bending down. He placed a hand on the boy's knee, and another he gripped his arm with gently.

"Nico, hey." Will's voice was easy.

Nico reached out with slightly opened eyes and hugged Will.

"Are you feeling better?" Will asked, hearing Nico sniff. He felt him shook his head. Will's heart dropped.

"Will, it hurts." Nico complains. He grunted.

"Dr. Yew is on his way, okay?"

He nodded.

The two sat hugging each other, waiting. Will, as scared as ever, and Nico in so much pain. Waiting together. Waiting, waiting . . .

Knock, knock, knock.

Part four will be published soon! :D