What can I be? (Solangelo)

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Nicos body hurt. Not just one place, but the entirety of him. Everything hurt.

A groan escaped his lips as his eyes fluttered open, cringing at the whiteness that surrounded him. So he definitely wasn't dead because hell was the opposite of white everywhere. He slowly tilted his head from side to side to determine where he was and sighed as he noticed the sleeping form of one son of Apollo beside his bed. Will Solace of course.

Nico sighed and winced as he slowly sat up, looking down at his body. He studied the bandages on his arms and groaned, rubbing his face with his hand.
Great Nico now they know how fucked up you are. It's a good thing you were already planning to leave both camps for good. Maybe father will let us stay in Hell forever. I'll even eat one of Persephones fruits or whatever so I can't leave. Dude. That's not a bad plan actually.

Nico smiled as his plan came together, looking around the room. His sword was propped up near the door and his usual clothes were missing. He gasped and went to his hand instantly, slowly relaxing as he felt his skull ring on his finger still. At least they weren't the monsters in camp.

Nico slowly started to stand, making sure to be as quiet as possible to not wake Will. He crept past him to the door, picking up his sword. He opened the door just a crack at first, studying the people walking by. It must've been dinner time because only a few of Apollo's children were walking around and those that were either held food or clipboards. He waited until the hall was clear before making a silent run for it, sticking to the shadows as he made his way out of the infirmary.

There were a few close calls, but he did it. He was free. He was gone. It would take them a while to notice anyways, but his hospital gown was an obvious sign to other campers he shouldn't be out and about. He needed to change that or rather, the gown.

Running to his cabin was easy with everyone occupied with food and not an infirmary runaway. He shut his cabin door behind him again and sighed as he set his sword on his bed, going through his dresser and changing his outfit. The gown was stuffed into his bathroom trash can and the bandages joined them.

The wound from Lycan had been stitched shut and didn't seem as swollen.
So there is a way to take care of it. Well thank you then Apollo or whoever. One less thing for me to worry about.
Nico grabbed out his backpack from under his bed and started filling it with everything he owned in the cabin, which wasn't much.

Clothes filled the bag along with whatever toiletries he had lying around. His one deck of mythomagic cards went in as well because he always kept one of his decks at camp just in case anyone else played. Everything else was already at Hades palace. He grabbed what looked like a piece of obsidian and tucked it away carefully. No one knew what that contained except for him.

Nico looked around the room and sighed softly as he pulled on the bag and his sword.
"That's everything...it's as if I never existed. I'm sorry Hazel...you deserved a better excuse for a sibling."

He grabbed out his Hades mythomagic figurine and stroked its head with his thumb. He set it on the other bunk that Hazel had taken up residence in on her pillow and smiled sadly.

Nico made sure he had everything before opening his door, scowling angrily.
"What are you doing here?"