I Constantly Thank God For Solangelo

Infirmary

A chapter I write with nonbinary_nightmare
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NPOV
"Nico Di Angelo! What is going on here?"
"Oh, yeah." I responded casually. It really wasn't that big of a deal. "I got attacked by Lycan and Reyna stitched me up but they just refuse to heal. I don't know why."
"No, I'm talking about your shirt. What the Hades are you wearing? Are those parrots? And what's going on with— wait." Will Solace paused a few seconds, the realization taking a moment to settle in. "Lycan? You were attacked by Lycan? And you just now thought to tell me?"
"When would I have told you?" I asked. I mean, when would I have told him? It's not like we were friends. I say this as Will took multiple deep breaths so to not scream in frustration. He did not succeed at this. "When will you learn?" Will shrieked in a tone that resembled that vine. "That your actions have consequences?"
"I know my actions have consequences. You telling me that is like Snape telling Harry that 'life is pain' as if Harry didn't know that." Will calmed down for a second.
"Ugh. I hate Snape."
"Same." I agreed. We both stayed silent for a moment before Will once again remembered the original problem.
"Lycan!? Nico, you're lucky to be alive!"
"Woohoo. I'm not dead." I said in a monotone voice. Will didn't seem to notice my low self-esteem, he was too busy frantically looking through a cabinet and grabbing seemingly random bottles. I wasn't a doctor, I had no idea what those bottles and jars contained.

"Open your mouth." Will says in a commanding tone.
"Why?" I ask. I'm not going to open my mouth for anyone without knowing why.
"So I can stick this spoon in your mouth and you can take seven different medicines at once. So open up." I open my mouth and he shoves the spoon in my mouth.
"Oh, gods." I say about the disgusting medication. "I just choked. That spoon toched the back of my throat."
"Good practice." He said absentmindedly, shuffling through a drawer. He bowed his head down, trying to hide his blush. "Because you need to eat more." He said quickly. I wonder why he seems embarrassed. What else would he have been talking about? He grabs his clipboard and turns around to face me, his face still slightly pink.

"When was the last time you had at least ten straight hours of sleep?" Will asks as he scribbled on his clipboard.
"A few days ago. When Reyna, Hedge, and I delivered the Athena Parthenos." I respond. He squints at me suspiciously.
"Non shadow travel induced sleep?"
"Oh." I think for a moment. Gods, it's been a while. "About a year ago? After the battle of Manhattan." Don't get me wrong, I do sleep. Just not all at once. And maybe not enough. Before Tartarus, I loved sleeping. It's like being dead, but still being able to save the world occasionally. Life with benefits. But now my 'rest' is plagued with nightmares. It's better to avoid it. Why confront a problem when you could just not?
"Okay, so," Will says. I'd almost forgotten he was here. "You need to sleep. I'm going to do an IV because quite frankly, you're lucky to even be alive. When was the last time you've eaten? When was the last time you've drank anything other than coffee?"
"I ate yesterday, Solace. And I drank some tea."
"Was it caffeinated?"
"Yes. But it still counts!" I protest.
"No, Nico. It doesn't. Gods, all Percy drinks is blue soda and he's still healthier than you!" He walks out of the room angrily. I hear him take several deep breaths in the hallway. "Keep it together, William." He says to himself. "Nico's a good person. He just needs to eat a bowl of spaghetti and take a nap." He takes another minute before walking back in with an IV.
"Why do you want me to eat spaghetti?" I ask.
"You weren't meant to hear that." He smiles uncomfortably. "But I'm going to explain it to you anyway because you need to know. You're incredibly underweight. You haven't had water in gods know how long, and it's been a full year since you've had healthy sleep. You're running on adrenaline, ambrosia, and a prayer. Your arms are covered in werewolf scratches, which seem to have been infected for days now. You didn't let anyone look at your injuries after the battle, so I don't even know what else is going on." Will pauses and takes a deep breath. "Sorry. I just.... I care about you. And it bothers me that you don't care about yourself." Wait. He cares about me? How?