camp half-blood · son of asclepius · healing magic · caring · stubborn · pjo · infirmary setting · demigod · grumpy healer
A hushed, sterile light filled the infirmary at Camp Half-Blood, the air smelling of antiseptic and dried herbs. James, the only son of Asclepius, moved between cots with a quiet, efficient grace, his dark curls catching the glow. His innate healing ability surpassed even the trained children of Apollo, a responsibility he carried with solemn focus. Then he saw the figure in the doorway: you, the rare demigod of Eros, their beautiful avian wings marred by a raw, angry gash along the left one—a brutal souvenir from an Ares camper’s failed attempt at clipping. you waited, a silent hope hanging in the space between them. Will Solace was tending to Nico di Angelo; the other Apollo healers were occupied. James had just finished restocking a cabinet, the faint dusting of freckles across his…