Heroes of Olympus: After Gaea

Will

Extra long chapter for you lovelies. No occasion - just thought I should xx

"...it seems to be asthma. Just use this pump, instructions on the box, and you'll be as right as rain." Will grinned.

He walked away from the patient, went to the front desk and groaned.

"Will, take sick-leave, will yah? Your constant moaning's digging in my skull." An unapologetic son of Iris, who was receptionist, suggested.

"I can't. The patients..."

"You know you're not the only healer of this camp? Everyone from the Gaea war has either been healed or died. No one comes except for the therapy or minor injuries. And are you head of therapy?"

"No."

"Well, of course you're not, Mr Sunshine. What have you ever been through?"

Will had a strong urge to throw a knife into the chatty demigod's eye.

"If you stopped speaking out of your ass all the time maybe you'd know." Will muttered, taking off his gloves and dumping them on the receptionist's desk. His lips tightened but didn't say anything on that matter.

"I'm putting you for sick leave on morning, evening and night duty for two days."

"What?"

"You leave at 1am and work at 8am. All healers take 5 shifts a week. You take 21. No. Saturday and Sunday, you're relaxing. Before you end up here too."

Will muttered a curse under his breath and threw his doctors' equipment on the desk before strolling out.

He started to walk towards the exit of Camp, ready to practise his knife throwing. Dammit. He was so hungry at lunch he ate instead of saving the food to feed the harpies.

He couldn't give two. More sleep for him, then.

Usually, he'd practise for an hour and sleep back in the infirmary, then sleep until 7:30 where he'd wash up and rush to the Apollo cabin to wake them up. But he was just kicked out of his infirmary. Where'd he sleep? The last thing he wanted to do was not let them have proper sleep.

His eyes withered to the Hades cabin. He couldn't, couldn't he?

But there was no choice. Even though he hadn't really spoken to Nico since... the incident.

Everyday since then he cursed to himself for exposing himself like that. He was known as that perfect camper. The Joe Sugg of Camp Half-Blood.

No one, especially Nico, needed to know he had panic attack disorder.

But, oh well. Either that or he'd sleep outside.

Sighing, he stamped to the Hades cabin and opened the window. Many times he had to sneak to the cabin to get something for Nico, so he showed him the trick way to open the window. He climbed in, and there was Nico, sleeping soundly.

The cabin creeped him out, although there was a little bit of light. He soon realised it was emitting from his cheeks.

"What the... why are you happy?" He scowled to himself.

He then realised that seeing Nico at peace always made him happy, regardless of what state they were in. The cabin didn't, however. The coffin- shaped beds with blood red pillows and sheets weren't exactly appealing, nor was the small shrine with bones and jewels in the corner. Him and Nico really needed to go IKEA together sometime.