you awoke with a start from a nightmare.

it was common for demigods, sure, but this one was particularly bad. bad enough that you found yourself quietly leaving your cabin and making your way to the medical rooms to get a sleeping draught.

however as you walked inside, you paused.

asleep at his desk was will. his cheek was pressed against the table, his curly blonde hair astray, several strands falling into his eyes.

you hesitated, before backing up to leave, not wanting to disturb the overworked healer.

but as if he’d sensed you he awoke, his blue eyes half lidded as they settled on you. he blinked.

“hello,” he added quietly, his voice groggy like he was too out of it to process who you were.