Three Days Together ✔

4 ~ Tastes Like Feet

Nico couldn't believe Will Solace was sitting this close to him. The medic had a peaceful look on his face, freckles shining in the sunlight.

'Hey Death Boy, let's head back, shall we? I'll give you your checkup and then I'll go get lunch for the both of us.' Will said, standing up after a few minutes.

The brown-eyed boy nodded and stood up as Will gave him his hand. As the Italian took his hand and the two walked back to the infirmary, Nico kept thinking about his relationship with Will. They were just friends, right? But, friends didn't call each other by nicknames like "Sunshine", right? Friends surely didn't hold hands wherever they went. 

No, Nico. Stop thinking like that. He's just being nice to me. And the holding hands thing is just to make sure I don't fall or something. 

Will probably realized he was deep in thought, because he asked Nico what he was thinking about.

'Nothing.' He said quickly. Will did not have to know what he was thinking about. 

'Alright, Mr. Dark Lord.' Will replied with an amused expression. 

'Mr. Dark Lord?'

Will sighed, oh why didn't anyone ever know what he was referencing to? He smiled and shook his head, 'Nothing, just a nickname.'

By this time, they had reached the infirmary and Nico could feel the eyes on them. He let go of Will's hand, but immediately regretted it after seeing a look of hurt on the taller boy's face. But it passed as quickly as it had come.

'Hey Ivory, what's up?' Nico heard Will ask an Apollo girl with pale blonde hair and green eyes. 

As the two conversed, he heard nothing. He was too busy looking at Will.

What surprised him was that even though a lot of the Apollo kids had blonde hair and blue eyes, Will looked different. His hair was brighter, more blonde, if that was possible. His blue eyes glistening, they looked like the ocean. Beautiful.

'Hello, Earth to Nico.' He heard a familiar voice say. He realized it was Will and snapped out of his little daydream.

'Uh...yeah?' Nico said, hoping the other demigod hadn't noticed he stare-fest.

'Let's go.' Will said, his smile returning as he took Nico's hand. Again, don't ask him why he didn't let go... It was Aphrodite's fault, it had to have been. 

But no, Nico knew better. He knew those skeletal butterflies weren't from embarrassment or the boiling of his blood from just touching another human... Everything... Everything was because of Will. From the tingling he felt whenever they held hands to his breath quickening... It was all Will. 

Nico sat down on the bed as it dawned on him, all the thoughts cluttering his mind forming one simple sentence. 

I like William Solace. 

It wasn't that simple though, not when he was bound to get his heart broken again. 

The boy he had been thinking about pulled out a roll of bandages from the bedside table's drawer. 'Alright, shirt.'

Nico pulled his Camp-Half blood shirt off and laid down. He knew it was pointless to fight this time around, the son of Apollo wouldn't give up if he started arguing about not removing his shirt. As Will examined his wounds, he kept muttering something under his breath. Something like, "Wounds", "Medicine", 'Nico", "Help".

'Nico, before I re-dress your wounds, you're going to have to take some medicine.' Will said. 'I'll go grab it, don't go anywhere.'

Nico nodded as he left the room. Will came back after a minute or two, carrying a small bottle filled with some green liquid and a spoon.

'What in Hades' name is that?' The black-haired boy asked, seeing the medicine.

'It's a blend of some herbs. It should help the blood to clot and help the wounds heal nicely.' Will answered, sitting down in the chair. He unscrewed the bottle and poured a little into the spoon. 

Nico opened his mouth as Will put the spoon in. He swallowed it and immediately spit it out. 'I am not drinking that! It tastes horrible!'

'Nico, it's not that bad. And, anyways, you have to drink it. Doctor's orders.'

'Absolutely not, it tastes like feet!'

'Come on, Nico.' Will pleaded.

The son of Hades shook his head and grimaced. By this point, he guessed Will was a little frustrated, considering he poured another spoon and grabbed Nico's chin.

He poured it in Nico's mouth, but the other boy still refused to swallow. So, he made Nico swallow, don't ask the Italian how he did that. A doctor thing, maybe?

'There, now that wasn't so bad, was it?' Will asked, his hand still on the other boy's chin.

'N-no.' Nico replied, looking up at him. Being this close to Will? Gods, it was a blessing and curse, all in one. 

'Exactly.' Will said as he started re-dressing Nico's werewolf scratches. He worked in silence for about fifteen minutes and then told the shorter boy to get some rest.

'Rest?' 

'Yeah, Neeks. Sleep for a while, and I'll get you lunch once you've woken up.'

He agreed and pulled his shirt back on. Nico had no energy left to fight with him anyways. As he laid back down, Will leaned over him and kissed his forehead, 'Sweet Dreams, Sunshine.'

He left the room as a swarm of thoughts ran around Nico's head. He had just kissed the son of Hades, well on the forehead. He could feel the ghost of Will's touch, how his soft lips had brushed against the Italian's skin. The thought sent him shivers. And then Nico fell asleep, thinking about Will Solace. 

The boy he couldn't get out of his head.