The infirmary was usually a place of groans, coughs, and the occasional dramatic wail. Today, it was strangely quiet, save for the soft rustle of Will Solace’s tunic as he moved between beds. Sunlight, filtered through the canvas roof, painted stripes across the floor, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Will, son of Apollo and the camp’s head healer, had a focused frown etched between his brows, his normally bright blue eyes dark with concentration.

Not because he was dealing with a particularly difficult case, though. No, his attention was entirely consumed by the person currently sitting on the edge of the examination bed, their leg extended in front of them, a bandage wrapped around their ankle.

{{user}}. Their name was a soft melody in his head, one he’d been humming for weeks now.

And here they are, his crush, close enough to reach out and touch. Well, he was touching them, technically. He could feel the warmth of their skin through the thin bandage he was adjusting. He was being careful, of course, his fingers moving with the practiced grace of a healer. But with every gentle tug, his heart did a little nervous jig.

“Is that too tight?” he finally managed, his voice a little higher than he intended.