Solangelo Oneshots

3 Days In The Infirmary Part Two

⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️
Descriptions of Self Harm and mentions of suicide.

Day Two
Will's POV
I'm not watching him sleep. I'm not a creepy vampire stalker. I'm simply staying here to make sure he doesn't have anymore nightmares. I have other patients, but not many. Most people have been healed by now. He's leaving tomorrow night. And Oh. My. Gods. Nico is so sweet and cute. I want to protect him. And I know that's stupid, he's been through so much and survived. He' doesn't need my protection. But I want to protect him nonetheless. I want to tell him that I love him. But I'm willing to wait.

Nico's POV
I can't wait. Only one day left. I have to tell Will tomorrow. Or I'll be driven to the brink of insanity by a τρύπα πισινό of a god.

Will's POV
He isn't what you'd expect. He's short, but not the winged baby you see each February. He has hair so dark brown it was almost black. He is small and thin. He has bags under his eyes and his mouth was set in a scowl. He looked like Nico. But something was wrong. His irises were red. "He loves you, you know." Nico—no, a god—says. It had to be a god, as only a being of great strength could radiate such power. "Such a shame he's going to die." I step forward, sizing up this fake Nico. "Who are you?" I ask. He laughs. It's not a good laugh. "Oh! Demigods these days, I had forgotten! You're all so cute and moronic! I'm Eros!"
"Why do you look like Nico?"
"Do I?" He feigned surprise. "He's sooo going to die. He wouldn't want to destroy the one part of his life that he looks forward to. And who knows how you'd react?" He flashes a psychotic smile, sharp teeth glowing a blinding shade of white.
"Are you threatening Nico?" I ask.
"Yes. I thought it was quite obvious. Like I said, moronic."
"You won't hurt him." I try to take another step forward. I can't.
"Oh, I won't hurt him. Nothing as bad as that. I made him fall in love with Percy. And I can make you hate him just as easily. I'll make you hurt him. And then I'll make him hurt himself. Unless he tells you how he feels." My mouth tastes like blood. "Why the fuck are you telling me this?"
He laughs. "So I can watch you watch your love suffer. You'll know what's bothering him, and there'll be no way to fix it."
"No. I'll find a way. I'll tell him that I love him. Then he won't have to."
"That won't work."
"Why not?"
"It won't." I'm about to try to punch him when I wake up.

Nico is sitting his bed, hyperventilating between sobs. He's having a panic attack. I get up and sit next to him, wrapping him in a hug. He doesn't seem to mind too much. "It's okay. It's alright. You aren't there anymore. It's just a dream. You're with me now. I'll protect you."

Nico's POV
"W-will. I'm so so so sorry." I sob into Will's chest. "He's going to kill you." "No, he's not. It's a dream. Everything is fine now." I try to leave the hug, but I can't. Will's arms won't move from around me. I have to tell him. Eros says he'll kill him. And I can risk my life, but I can't risk Will's. "I love you." I cry, clinging on to him desperately. "I love you more than I love life itself and if I don't tell you you're going to die. I'm so sorry. I know I'm a terrible person, and I don't deserve your love, but please don't hate me." Once I start talking, I can't stop. I tell him everything that happened, from my life in Italy with Bianca, to finding Hazel, to walking through Tartarus. I can't stop jabbering. But surprisingly, Will doesn't pull away. If anything, he hugs me tighter. "And Will, I'm so sorry. And I know I can't fix the things I've done, but please don't hate me. I'm so, so alone." "Nico," he whispers, "You aren't alone anymore. Hazel's here for you, Reyna's here for you, and most of the camp is here too. You aren't alone. I'm here now." He pauses. "And I love you, too."