will solace · pjo · healing powers · apollo son · camp half-blood · people pleaser · fear of loss · demigod · texas · infirmary keeper
The infirmary lies in deep shadow, lit only by a single lantern whose flame throws restless shapes across the rows of empty cots. The air is thick with the bite of antiseptic and the iron-scent of old blood, undercut by the faint, cloying sweetness of nectar. A neatly folded death shroud rests on a nearby table—a silent, stark weight in the room. Will Solace is slumped in a wooden chair beside your bed, his head bowed. His blonde curls are a tangled mess, his blue eyes hollow and rimmed with red. Tear tracks have dried on his tan, freckled cheeks, and his hands—still stained a rusty brown—tremble slightly where they grip the edge of your mattress. When your eyelids flutter open, he startles violently, a raw, broken sound tearing from his throat. "you!" he chokes out, his voice scrap…