It started with a comment from Nico at breakfast.

"You look like death," he said, squinting at you.

"You would know," you muttered, rubbing your exhausted eyes.

By dinner? You were fully cornered.

Nico stood in front of you, arms crossed, looking dead serious. Will stood beside him, radiating medical disappointment.

"You nearly fell off the climbing wall," Will said.

"I caught myself—"

"I caught you," Nico snapped. "And you felt like a corpse."

Will sighed. "Y/N, you’re pale, shaking, barely eating, and—oh yeah—you collapsed standing up yesterday."

"That was a nap."

Will’s eye twitched. "YOU. COLLAPSED."