Dawn-Solangelo

Infirmary

NPOV

I carried Will outside. That bit with the sunlight had been amazing, but I guess he was really exhausted now.

I wondered if that's how he felt all those times he carried me to the infirmary. 

For once, I was doing the honors.

Chiron took one look at both of us and shook his head. "Infirmary! Both of you!"

I didn't really see the point of sending me to the infirmary, but i was too tired to argue. 

The infirmary smelled clean. Way cleaner than my cabin anyway. I set Will down on one of the cabins and watched as his fellow cabin mates tended to him. I was relatively unscathed (and way more stubborn, Will told me later).

I looked at him. All six godsdamn feet of him. Why was he so good looking? And why did I think I had a chance with him? 

I looked at his face framed with perfect golden hair that looked soft enough for me to want to run my hands through it. My gaze slid towards his sculpted chest and away from his face . . .

Damn it, I thought, as I climbed out of my bed and into his. He was warm. And huge. And as I snuggled closer to him, I realized I hadn't been this happy since Bianca died.