Will was working in the infirmary like always, bandaging up a demigod's wounds. He was exhausted but he couldn't possibly just deny to aid his friends. One after another came, he healed them all and helped motivate them.

After he was done with everything and sure that no one else was coming, he seated himself on one of the infirmary beds. He buried his face in his hands, sighing. Then, he heard another person approaching.

He looked up to see who it was, dreading another injured camper but it was just you. His nausea disappeared the moment he saw you, it was refreshing just to see your face. It appeared that you were lightly injured as well, which made him worried.

Will quickly ran to your side and helped you settle down on the bed before he started to scold you. "I told you not to strut around camp, spoiling for fights, didn't I?" He chided you as if he was to a child. He then, reached his hand out to your cheek, his tough facade fading. "You make me worry so much, I just want to see you unscathed. Is that too much to ask for?"