Flatliners (Nico di Angelo + Flatliners Fanfiction)

Ch. Eleven

"I hate you!" she screamed, slamming the door in little Nico's teary face.

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"You look tired." Annabeth mentions.

Nico yawns in response, "Yeah, didn't sleep well last night."

"Are you still okay to do this? It could possibly affect the outcome-"

"It's fine. When I'm dead, my entire body shuts down, so it'll do no harm."

"Good point. I didn't get much sleep either, as you can tell."

"Ha. Not so smart now, eh? Or, was that an excuse?"

"Want to fight me, di Angelo?"

"Not exactly."

Annabeth and Nico continue to make their way to Grand Aid Hospital, a few comments exchanged back and forth. Inside, they pass many rooms flowing of healthy and sick people. Nico and Annie travel to the shaggy elevator--the one without cameras--and make their way to the basement and to Room C3 on the right, a room with six chairs imstead of one.

"Will, Hazel and Frank should be here in ten minutes." Nico explains.

Annabeth nods, "I'm going to set up for us both. Guard the door."

Nico obliges, and creaks the door open so he can see out it without getting caught.

After a few moments he sees footprints, but isn't concerned.