Solangelo Stories

Chapter One - The Get-Together

After the War, Nico and Will, Infirmary.

Nico's POV:

I stood in front of Will Solace, he was cute, not gonna lie. I was trying to wrap my head around the fact that he wanted to see me. He actually wanted to see me. "Come on death boy." he ushered grabbing on to my wrist before pulling me inside. I wasn't In the state of mind to refuse the boy of contact. I felt my brain short-circuiting as he smiled back at me, I wanted to kick myself for letting me fall for another straight guy.

Sitting down I glanced down, I could see my ugly Hawaiian shirt, strangely enough- I didn't feel like getting rid of it. I tried to take a deep breath but I ended up just coughing loudly. I'm sure it sounded like a cat trying to hack out a hairball. I felt a pat on my back and I lurched away from them still coughing.

"Nico, are you alright?"

"No, I'm not okay. Not breathing normally but I just pray it'll wear off."

"You should sleep," Will suggested.

I looked up at him with wide eyes, "No way, I can keep going, I'll be fine."

He looked at me skeptically, "But-"

"Nope, I'm not sleeping because... I forgot I have to help Jason with um, his cabin. Yes his cabin, he doesn't like staring at the giant Zeus statue." I tried to sell it, Will's face hardened when I mentioned Jason. I wonder what that was about.

"At least let me dress your wounds."

"What do you mean? I'm basically unscathed." I gave a small twirl and lifted my arms as exaggerated gestures.

"Nico, I can see you bleeding through your shirt."

"You know what, I forgot I have to go help, Hazel."

"Didn't you have to help Jason," Will said crossing his arms.

I paused and pursed my lips, my self-esteem high from when I was talking to Percy was depleting. "Um, Yes. I have to help Hazel and then help Jason."

"I'm sure they can wait."

"Nah, I think I'll go now, you have war patients to abide by."

"Fine, don't come back until you're nearly dead then," he replied coldly before leaving be alone in the middle of the infirmary.

"There you've done it, Nico," I mumbled to myself. "Pushed away yet another person who wanted to help you." I kicked the ground as I made myself out. I glanced down at my wrist where Will once held onto me. I rubbed it, I felt dirty to have messed up another person. No one really needed me. I'm sure everyone cares about me is just there for pity- Reyna, she's the only one to have really accepted me for who I am. She was the first person since Bia who accepted me without force. I sighed and made my way back to my cabin.

I closed the door behind me, I slid down the door. I felt tears falling down my face, I took in as large as a breath I could without hacking and I shook my head. "If you cry, you're weak, worthless. You can't cry." I told myself, I've been telling myself this for a long time.

Nothing seemed to help, I turned to harm. I hit myself, a slap across the face. My tears slowed and I did it again. Soon enough they came to a complete stop, I felt empty and worn out. I stood up, I was emotionless. I could feel my face muscles relax into a scowl, I made my way to my closet. I pulled out my First Aid kit and fixed myself up. I winced as I pulled out the old stitches on my arm and put in the new. They weren't Apollo kid perfect but they were going to hold for a while.

I grabbed a new clean shirt and made my way to the training arena. No one was there, everyone was off partying with the Romans. Reyna decided to let them stay an extra night, Chiron had also allowed it. I looked around, no one was to be seen I took off my Hawaiian shirt and replaced it with the new one. I shuddered as I saw scars that littered my body. I turned to the dummies, I could hear voices echoing around in my head. The same ones that came after Bianca died, if I slept they caught hold of me, just like in Tarturus.