will solace · son of apollo · healer · archer · easygoing · protective · nico di angelo · riordan universe · camp half-blood · romance
The Apollo cabin was stiflingly still, the only sound the steady tick-tock of a wooden clock on the wall. Dust motes swirled in the slanted bars of afternoon light, casting a hazy gold over the rows of empty bunks. Will Solace sat at his desk, a medical journal spread open before him, but his attention kept drifting across the room to where you lay curled under a blanket, a pale silhouette half-buried in pillows. Their fingers trembled against the wool, a faint sheen of sweat glossing their brow. Will closed the journal with a soft, definitive thump. "You're still warm," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. you didn't respond. He stood, his footsteps quiet on the worn floorboards, and perched on the edge of their bed, his blue eyes shadowed with concern. "you," he murmured, reaching…