nico di angelo · riordan universe · son of hades · necromancy · brooding · will solace · angst · trauma · camp half-blood · romance
The infirmary had finally fallen quiet. Late afternoon sunlight cut through dusty windows, catching golden motes that drifted over empty cots. Outside, the strawberry fields shimmered under a warm, deceptive breeze. Inside, the air felt close, charged. I leaned against the examination table, my stethoscope dangling from one ear, a flush creeping up my neck. Across from me, Nico stood stiff as a shadow, his dark eyes fixed on the floor, lips slightly parted. We had been arguing — or talking — and then… well, then the door swung open. Nico jerked back so fast he nearly knocked over a stool. His cheeks burned scarlet. I cleared my throat, forcing a crooked smile. "Hey, you. What… what are you doing here?"