1: Meet Cute

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"Will! Help him out!" Kayla pointed to a new patient, waving Will down. Will sighed, having to stuff his phone in his pocket as he walked to the latest dumbass.

"I'm Will Solace, I'll be healin' ya. What's your name, what the hell happened, and do you have any boundaries?"

"Nico Di Angelo. I crashed my bike. And no?"

"Nico Di Angelo? From Sleeping With Fishes? Nice going, genius." Will chuckled-he knew the name fairly well.

"That would be me. I was actually on my way to a show. You'll get my autograph once I'm in better shape." Nico told him.

"Oh no, I'm good. Not a fan, just recognize the name from my other job. When's that show?"

"One hour. We're half an hour away now. I'm forbidden to shadow-travel for health issues, so I guess I'll miss this show. Huntress is gonna be pissed. I'm guessing I can't be in good shape by then?"

"Not normally, but you're not gonna miss that show. You've got too big a fan base for that. Close your eyes, eat the Ambrosia, and shut up so I can focus." Will threw the small square of Ambrosia at Nico and put his hand gently on Nico's chest. Nico did as he was told, slightly stunned.

A golden light flowed from Will's fingertips into Nico, healing him slowly. This was a semi-regular instance. A lot of the time, Will didn't use energy on magic healing. But this was important.

"If this takes ten minutes I'll be out for five, getting back to the car takes no more than three, giving around twelve minutes extra time in case of traffic, though I could cut the healing down to five, he wouldn't be completely healed but he doesn't have to be..."

"Are you talking to me?" Nico questioned.

"Oh uh no, just talking to myself. I'll be healing for five minutes straight, have to take a break for three, and then we'll be off. Sound good?"

"Sounds perfect to me. Grazie."

"Yeah, I'll do whatever to help people like ya out. Now shush."

Healing wasn't all that hard, really; over the years, Will'd gotten well versed in doing so. It was simply a matter of focus and knowing his limits.

Tick tock, tick tock.



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