Okay, so this chapter doesn't have anything really triggering that I can think of other than some talk about what it feels like to be anorexic. Btw there are many ways anorexia is described and I have gone through small flashes of anorexia if that makes sense but wouldn't consider myself as anorexic so this is my description of it so if I say somthing that might not fit with anorexia or may some how be offensive please tell me I don't want to offend anyone, xoxo 💋 Nico's POV "Ugggggg" I exclaimed as I sat on the bed. Will walked up to the bed and placed both plates on a bedside table and dragged over a chair. I stared at the food in absolute fear. Pure fear I had killed hundreds of monsters, been to the underworld, and survived Tartarus for gods sakes and I was scared of a plate of food. I guess my dread must have been noticeable because Will ran over to me. "Are you okay?" He exclaimed "hmmm" I said breaking eye contact with the food. Will looked at me worried "You were shaking and sweating" he said putting his hand on my forehead I pulled away and he walked over to the chair and sat down pulling it close to the bed. "Nico... you almost never talk to me. You are pale and drastically under weight, You barely eat, and you look terrified whenever the mention of food comes up." I looked down noticing I was fiddling with my headphones and I put them on the bed next to me. "So.. I don't eat that much, w..w..what's the big b." I couldn't finish my sentence I broke down crying. I hadn't cried in front of anyone since Percy told me Bianca died. Believe me I wasn't rusty though I cried every day all the time just no one knew. Will's POV ☀️ "Nico!" I said my voice breaking at how much pain he looked in. He was crying yes, but, so much that it looked as if it was years of pain and suffering loneliness and hatred and emptiness all bundled up into a stream of tears running down the young boys face. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to hold him in my arms and tell him it would be okay until his breath slowed and he fell asleep looking at peace. But I was to afraid he would pull away,?not only becouse he doesn't like to be touched, but because it would be weird he isn't gay he wouldn't accept me. Then the thought hit me what the hell was I thinking I was afraid of making a move that would possible put me in an uncomfortable position when this boy was sitting here dying inside. This whole thought felt like hours but only lasted 10 seconds. So I did the only thing I thought would help, I made up my mind. I stood up and grabbed him in my arms pulling him close to my chest. To my surprise he didn't pull away he just laid there and cried his head snuggled into my chest. As I held him he shook crying vigorouslytears covering my shirt but I didn't care. Nothing mattered but helping Nico nothing in this moment not until he was better.
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