Apollo to heal a broken Hades

That night...

It had been at the least a week since I had dreamt of anything that left me in cold sweats, shivering, screaming, and in a total excruciating mental agony. Yet, I thrashed around all night, every now and again screaming, as thoughts of abandonment, of being so alone, so afraid, afraid of the shadows so tangible with the horrors of my mind that they enveloped me, allowing me to disappear forever. The dead plagued my thoughts, darkening my soul with their words. It seemed as if Hades and the darkness were whispering me to, begging me to come home and stay for good. This had been the worst dream yet, the inner turmoil was too much to bear.

With a start a suddenly awoke, drenched in the terror of my own sweat, tears streaming down my face, falling to a miserable fate in the pristine white sheets of the hospital bed. Agony wrecked havoc through my body, mental pain tearing away at my mind. No one cared, I was hated, disowned, not even from this time, unloved, hurt, tortured, and above all else, a failure. The thoughts were excruciating, so excruciating it ate at my sanity, leaving bloody trails across the room. It let insanity take over so easily. I reached beside me painfully, it lay on the table, the sharp relief, a cure better than pain killers. The pain, I needed to rid myself of the pain. To take away from the turmoil, the agony, the memories, the thoughts of my demise.

Tears feel, and silent screams racked at my body, as I inflicted the physical pain upon myself. Just to take it away, the pain, the memories of Taturus, the sadness that had followed me my whole life.

The numbness that the sharp instrument created, as it protruded deeply into my skin was pure ecstasy, and as crimson droplets fell, drop by drop to their fate, I felt the scar get jagged, to intensify the pain, to take away from the merciless sobs.

Before, I allowed myself to get another life long scar of pain relief in, before I allowed the blood to carry away anymore of my agony, Will ran in, terror, pain and worry contoured his face, he screamed at people behind him, "and you didn't go in, you fucking idiot." He ran in as he saw me, sprinting over to my bedside like hell knows what, and attempting to wrench the scalpel out of my hands. I held no more energy, so I just dropped it, tears streaming their way down my face.

Will put the scalpel aside, somewhere safe, my pain relief now lay to far out of reach, but a new cure came with it. He sat down beside me on the bed, and without even hesitating, wrapped his thin, yet strong archers arms around me. It was so comforting, finally warmth in a cold past. His heart was the sun, whist mine was the icy darkness, and ask cliché as it sounds, he melted away some of the pain. I buried my head into his chest and balled uncontrollably, as he tightened his grip on me, murmuring words of kindness. "I'm so sorry sunshine. I should have stayed, I should have stayed the whole night. I promise I won't leave you alone again, I promise." I didn't even have the strength to shake my head at his words, "It hurts will." I didn't even know what I was crying out anymore. "Make the pain go away." I was screaming now, as agony refused to leave me even in Wills warm embrace.