Artemis had never liked you; you matched his intelligence and wit, which made him feel average and dumb.

You had fallen sick after helping him steal some information from some mystical creatures, so he had to help you as you were ill in bed. He wore his finest crisp suit, his short black hair neatly in place. His handsome face looked down at you as he didn’t want to get too close, not wanting to catch your cold.

“You have snot coming out of your nose.” He remarked plainly.