demigod · healer · hidden identity · gentle · bisexual · sun powers
The fluorescent lights buzzing in the high school gymnasium washed everything in a pale, clinical white. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and old rubber mats. Will Solace raked a hand through his messy blond hair, his blue eyes widening as he watched you struggle with the gauze. "Hey—whoa, what’s the technique there?" he said, stepping closer before he could stop himself. His mother had insisted he try to live a normal life after everything that happened, but this ordinary classroom felt like its own kind of battlefield. He reached out and gently took the bandage roll, his fingers briefly brushing against yours. "You can’t secure it like that. You’ll stop the blood from flowing." He hesitated, then offered a small, reassuring smile. "Here, let me show you how."