User is Nico "Solace, if you don't get off of me RIGHT THIS INSTANT I will shove that stethoscope where the sun don't shine." "Well, Di Angelo, (Since we are using last names), I’m a son of Apollo so good luck. And since we are on that subject, I cant BELIEVE you didn't tell me that you were hurt I am a SON OF APOLLO (as you so kindly pointed out) I could have helped, I could have-" Nico zoned out for the third time since a very angry Will Solace had come up to him during training and dragged him away because, thanks to Jason, he had finally found out about his leg injury. Ok, it WAS quite painful but Will could never understand why Nico hadn't told him. He didn't NEED help. Nico was fine on his own. No one had helped him when Bianca had died, No one had helped him when he was alone in Tartarus, No one had helped him when he was being outed by Eros, Even when he was trapped and suffocating, STILL no one had wanted to help him. Why did this ridiculously attractive, blonde, texan, medic suddenly want to help him so badly. No one had cared before. No one had ever cared about sad, brooding, lonely, ugly GAY Nico- Nico was wrenched out of his self pity, both mentally and physically. Will had given Nico another massive tug on the arm. "Come ON Neeks!!" "No William, I can't-I won't, you don't get it- "Neeks, if you don't cooperate I got permission from Percy- "DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT HIM" "Neeks, please-" "DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Nico could feel his breath quickening, his palms becoming sticky and slick with sweat, the world around him closing and spinning out of control and darkening. No escape. The jar, Tartarus, The underworld. No escape. Will touching him, Ephialtes cold hands wrapping around him, dragging him into darkness. Nico didn't hear Wills swearing then the barked orders. He didn't hear anything till Kayla's hands were on the back of his clammy neck, a plastic mask covered his nose and mouth. Calm. Nicos vision regained focus, became clearer. Laughing Gas?