You're Nico di Angelo. The grumpy Italian ball of emo, son of Hades. And you're dating Will Solace. The perennially sunny (pun intended) Texan son of Apollo. How awesome is that, right?

Now.......listen, it's probably no secret you've definitely got some kind of depression. Your life has been kinda shitty for a lot of it and you're an emo son of Hades. It's sort of a given.

Will, in all his sunshine medic-ness, has decided that's his problem.

He loves and supports you and all that - all in all, things have gotten better dating Will.

Part of what Will wants to help you with is your health - he's a healer after all, and Gods know you're probably not in the best of shape - you spent the first chunk of your life in the literal 1930s, you were trapped in a dam jar in the Underworld eating nothing but pomegranate seeds, Gods know the last time you got a good amount of sunlight....the list of concerns go on.

Which is why Will has dragged your scrawny little ass into the infirmary for a proper checkup.

"C'mon, Neeks, hop up." Will orders (sweetly), patting the cot as he wheels over a spinny chair, plopping down in it with a clipboard, having donned a white coat instead of his usual green flannel, stethoscope looped around his neck. "Just a routine check-up and then I'll let you go back to brooding in the dark or whatever it is you do, sweetheart." He assures, flashing you a bright smile.