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Nico turns and walks away leaving Percy more dumbfounded than usual and Annabeth laughing to the point of tears. I did it! I confronted him. My shoulders and heart feel lighter than they have in a long time. I smirk as I walk away and my heart starts to calm down. It's over. No more hiding, no more fear, no more hatred. From now on I'm going to hold my head high and go on with my life. One step at a time. Ok a bit too much positivity, for now, that was weird. I smile softly at the thought of getting to be a normal demigod, one that hangs out with his friends and family and sings at the campfire and wins capture the flag, but then I remember the promise. The smile fades as I start to head over to the human-sized ball of sunshine. 

Will Solace. 

Like usual he was smiling and radiating enough light to always seem like he was glowing with positivity. Not my favourite demigod by far, but if 3 days in the infirmary was all the time I had to spend to get rid of him so be it. I just hope it goes by quick, I can only deal with so much positivity.

"What was that all about, Percy looks more shocked than when he was told blue wasn't an actual flavour," Will asks me with a stupid grin on his face. His blue eyes scan for any give away in my face but as usual, I stay unsmiling and unwilling to let anything show. People who pry annoy me.

"None of your business Solace, now can we go I'd rather get this over and done with so I can get on with my life," I bark at him and glare as I start walking towards the Infirmary. Will quickly catches up and if he was hurt by that interaction he didn't show it. Instead, he almost seemed... happier? He almost bounced with every step and smiled and waved to everyone we passed. If my death wasn't an option I would've shadow travelled straight out of here and back to my cabin, but unfortunately, that wasn't an option without the risk of said death and so I internally groan at the thought of spending the next 3 days with this pest. 

Being not mean is hard. I need to stop. I know all he's doing is trying to help, but honestly, I don't want his help, fixing battle wounds and rest won't heal anything. Scars go deeper than the skin they reside on. I know this better than anyone. The only other people I know who can wholeheartedly agree are the 7. Sure everyone else was in the war and for anyone it would have been terrifying, but no one has gone through what they did. What I did. Anyone who truly knew them could see the scars on their skins and the bags under their eyes weren't the only take away from their mission. This is why I find people like Will annoying. He seems like one of those people who tell you that you'll be ok even when your dying. He'll say he understands but really being a demigod is the only problem he has ever faced. Bottom line: He doesn't and will never understand anything but physical pain. 3 days I just have to last 3 days.

We reach the infirmary and when I step inside I am speechless. I don't know what I was expecting or how I even came to the conclusion that I would be suffering alone in here. On almost every bed insight there was an injured demigod. Some being tended to by Will's brothers and sisters, some were sleeping and some I had to silently pray to survive the coming night. That wasn't the worst part though, the room reeked. It reeked of death.

"Deathboy! Over here, " lost in my thoughts, I hadn't realised Will had made his way over to an empty bed and was calling me over. In all this chaos he was still smiling and joking around. Freak. I walk over trying to keep the pity from showing on my face. No one likes being pitied. 

"Don't call me deathboy Solace or you will see what happens when you piss off a son of Hades," His smile doesn't falter as I growl reaching for my belt and my hostility changes into fear as I realise my sword is missing. 

"Looking for this deathboy?" Will holds up my blade out of my reach, "No weapons at hand in the infirmary," Will taunts me then hangs my sword on a rack with the other campers weapons. I was slightly surprised I didn't notice him taking it but at the same time, my thoughts wandered to all the patients and I see why it's bad to be distracted in battles. "Here go get changed into this then our treatment will begin," He smiles his signature goofy grin and hands me a pair of plain grey pants and a CHB shirt all the patients wear. 

"Gee can't contain my excitement," looking him straight in the eyes I retort not concealing my sarcasm or displeasure whatsoever. For a split second, I see something in his eyes. Pain. I blink and look to find nothing but his crooked smile and positivity. Strange, but it must just be eyes playing tricks on me. As I reach for them my hand brushes his. It's warm, kinda like the sun rays at camp. I roll my eyes and I walk to the bathroom to get changed. 

I come back and it seems like I've fallen straight into someone's nightmare.

*Budum *Budum* Budum*.....*

*ALL CHARACTERS ARE PROPERTY OF RICK RIORDAN AND HIS BOOK SERIES*

This is my first time writing a fanfic TwT I've only ever written short stories and novels and usually, they don't have defined characters. I know there isn't much interaction yet but I promise I'm getting there. Any constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated and I hope you don't hate it. Sorry it's so short the next few chapters I'm hoping will be quite big so I just thought It'd be best to space them out. Also don't mind my username my friend changed it to this as a joke and now I'm having trouble changing it back ahhhhh. 

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