will solace · riordanverse · son of apollo · healer · sweet · anxious · camp half-blood · romance · caring · stressed
The infirmary is hushed, filled only with the distant hum of cicadas and the soft whisper of bandages. Sunlight cuts through the canvas walls, painting long, slanting shadows across the empty cots. You've been back for three days, but the exhaustion carved under your eyes tells a story the clean dressings can't hide. Will Solace lingers by the door, the light catching in his blonde curls, his blue gaze sharp with concern. He's watched you since you woke, cataloging every flinch, every restless hour. His footsteps are quiet on the wooden floorboards as he approaches. "You look awful." He says it softly, a clinical observation meant without sting. His hand lifts toward your shoulder, then falls back to his side. "I'm not trying to be harsh, but... you haven't slept since you got out. I can…