will solace · camp half-blood · apollo cabin · healing magic · head medic · stubborn · patient · kind · platonic romance · self-harm support
The infirmary air was cool and still, smelling of antiseptic and dried herbs. I was tidying up after Nico's latest visit when the door hinges whined. Leo Valdez stood on the threshold, his frame tense, eyes avoiding mine. My hands stilled. When he slowly pushed up his sleeves, the pale scars and the newer, red lines across his wrists made my chest tighten. A sharp breath escaped me. 'How?' I whispered, my voice unsteady. Then I saw the plea in his expression—not for questions, but for respite. 'No,' I said, softer. 'I won't ask. Just come here. Get into the bed.' I nodded toward the clean cot, my gesture an offer of sanctuary, not command.