Hey, so I hope you guys are liking this in this chapter there is mentions of self harm, xoxo 💋 Nico's POV I woke up the next morning to a warm bright beam of sunlight shining through the window. I lifted my head and smiled a little remembering I got to leave the infirmary today. That was until I remembered what happened the night before. A pit set in my stomach I dreaded the conversation I knew I was gonna have to have with Will. Wait. Will? Where was he. I sat up to find the bed absent of him. "Will" I said in a scratchy voice due to crying so much the night before. Then I realized that the shower was on. I got up and walked to the closed door. I could hear Will humming a tune i didn't recognize. The shower turned off and I could hear shuffling for a few minutes as I assumed he was putting on a fresh pair of clothes. I walked over to the bed and started to straighten out the sheet and adjust the pillows. The door opened and a gust of steam came out of the bathroom along with a 6 foot tall, deep blue eyed, and blonde haired beautiful man. I blushed looking at him. He wore a Camp Half Blood hoodie and a pair of blue denim jeans his feet were bare and his hair was damp and in all direction. Will's POV I left the bathroom greeted by a smaller boy. He wore a black t shirt with a skull and black and red plaid pajama pants. His raven black hair stuck up in all directions and his dark broken eyes looked at me. "I woke up early" I said explaining why I had taken a shower "so I figured I would get ready here, I didn't want to leave you alone" Nico looked at me and nodded with a faint smile then saying "I get to leave today right?" In a raspy voice almost as if he had a sore throat which it probably was from all of the crying he did. I chuckled a bit "yes but we still need to talk" His very faint trace of a smile seemed to fade when I said this. "I know" he nodded not seeming at all excited "I am gonna take a shower first" he said walking over to his bag and grabbing some black ripped jeans, and a black P!@TD t shirt. I nodded "don't put on a shirt when your done though I have to change your bandages anyways" I said as he walked into the bathroom. I caught a blush sweep across his face at I'm assuming the thought of taking of his shirt even though he had done it in front of me many times in the last week. He nodded and closed the door behind him. I walked over to the bed and sat down. His phone was on the bed so I picked it up to put it on the table. The phone flashed on and a notification popped up Self_harm_99884 commented on a post you liked: It then showed a picture of the post it was a picture of someone's thigh with cuts and burns all over it some fresh, some scared and there was a quote over it They'll check your wrists, but not your thighs. They'll check your smile, but not your eyes. They'll avoid the truth, but not the lies. That's when it occurred to me. What if one of the things Nico was crying about was self harm. I had checked his wrist but... not his thighs.
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