What can I be? (Solangelo)

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Will could feel only cold as he looked around, looking at the bodies littered all over the ground of their camp. The bodies were all monster ones which was weird because they all normally just disappeared instantly. In the distance, down by the cabins there seemed to be a clump of people. So Will walked towards the group cautiously, before noticing how they all seemed to be in a circle around something...or someone.

Will felt dread sink into his stomach as he took off running. No one paid him any attention as he shoved past them, coming to a halt behind a small ring. It was the group of 7. Jason slowly turned to face him, tears running down his face. Percy looked emotionless as he faced him. Hazel was sobbing on her knees, hands covering her face while Frank held her to him. Reyna stepped up behind Jason, her face expressionless, but her eyes held a deep pain and sadness in them. Thalia was kneeling on the ground beside a body, silent tears streaming down her face.

Will was terrified as he looked at all their sad faces, struggling to find his voice.
"W-who...wh-who...who is it?"

Jason simply shook his head and stepped to the side for him. Will stepped past him and collapsed to his knees, suddenly unable to breathe.

Nico was limp on the ground, as pale as snow. Mostly dried blood was under his eyes and leaking from his nose. The blackest black Will had ever seen was the veins and arteries highlighted through Nicos basically translucent skin, going all throughout his body. Surrounding his mouth was a black goo, that poked out and onto the ground. Nico Di Angelo was dead.

Will felt his world collapsing around him as he stared at the body of the son of Hades.

Will woke with a gasp, holding his chest with both hands. That had been the worse nightmare he had experienced ever, but he couldn't tell why it shook him up so much. But now he needed to go check on his patient for some reason that alluded him.
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Nico couldn't sleep and he was dying inside. Insomnia was killing him slowly and he knew it for sure. He sighed as he stared up at the dark ceiling, counting in Italian in his head to try and get himself to sleep or at least keep up with his Italian. He heard footsteps approaching his door and closed his eyes, attempting to make himself appear as if he was asleep. He heard the door open with a soft creak and tried to keep himself still and quiet.

Footsteps approached his bed and he felt gentle fingers touch the side of his neck, possibly feeling for his pulse it seemed. The person let out a soft sigh and the hand retreated again, but the person stayed there beside his bed. The persons breathing was a bit ragged, as if they'd been crying before they came into his room. Steps eventually departed from his room again after a few minutes and Nico turned his head to see who had been so worried if he was alive. All he saw was a glimpse of blond hair before the door closed to his room.

Nico let out a sigh of confusion before curling up, letting his mind drift off into his thoughts as he finally fell asleep.