Only Time Will Tell (Solangelo)

10

I don't want to be here.

The meeting was planned to go from eight in the morning to twelve in the afternoon, which cuts directly into my sleep schedule. Besides, I'm still extremely tired from my night in Jason's cabin. Was nobody going to tell me that Frank snores? It is bad enough that I had to listen to Percy sleep talk for half the night.

Percy, Annabeth, Piper, Jason, Hazel, Frank, and I are all sitting in the Big House trying to think of ways to somehow help Leo. Annabeth thought putting me to sleep by a Hypnos kid to try contacting Leo would be the best idea, and it was, but Percy and Jason always try to one up each other when thinking of other things.

"Here me out, I do what I did last time and reach Ogygia to help Leo and Calypso make it back here?" Percy suggests.

"That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard," Annabeth groans in frustration, then turns to kiss Percy on the cheek. "You're lucky I love you, Seaweed Brain." He blushes.

During this time, my eyes becomes very hazy and weird. It feels like I can't focus on anything in my room, like the room is spinning in many different directions. Hazel must have caught on, because I felt her hand touch part of my arm in comfort. I draw my arm away and scowl at her slightly.

Jason continues talking. "Like I said before, if you guys would let me fly across the world until I found the island, I could find Leo and Calypso."

"That is not how it works, Grace," Percy bites back. The two begin arguing at the table and nobody dares too try and stop them. The son of Zeus and Poseidon fighting? There is no stopping them (unless you are Piper).

I continue to fight my own battle with my body. The hazy feeling is getting worse, and I can tell. These little spots start to appear in my vision, they are like stars. They got so bright that my vision blacked out and I felt my body tump against the table in front of me.

Wow, I love my life.

Waking up isn't any better either. The room is really dark and the sound of a ukulele is playing softly in the room. I don't think I've ever heard such a wonderful medley before.

My eyes open to see (any guesses?) Will Solace in a chair next to my bedside. There is a blue ukulele in his arms and he is strumming it gently. I don't completely understand how he is able to do this in the dark, but whatever he is doing is working.

"Will," my voice rasps out.

The instrument stops and a very flustered Will stands up from the chair to walk over to me. "Did I wake you?" he asks softly. His hand comes up to my face, brushing some of my hair out of my face. I have enough strength to shake my head. Will only smiles in return. "We have to stop meeting like this."

I make an inaudible noise and turn over in my bed to face away from Will. The pounding of my head is quick to start and it makes me want to vomit. Will laughs as I dig my head under the mountain of blankets. It feels like Will's heated blankets, the infirmary sheets, and my infirmary blanket is all stacked on top of me.

This interests Will. He stops laughing to walk over to the other side of the bed to inspect my wellbeing. His body crouches down in front of me and lifts the blanket to see my face. By watching his reaction, I don't think I look good.

"Nico, you look like you're about to . . ."

I nod my head.

Will takes that as a sign to run over to the nearest trashcan and hold it out in front of me. For the next few minutes, I'm spitting up this morning's breakfast and coughing my lungs out. After a while, Will lets me hold trashcan so he can rub my back.