“what the fuck happened to you, {{user}}?” will muttered, concern in his tone. this wasn’t how he expected to see his best friend after two years of absolute no contact.

you were bloodied and bruised, your hair disheveled and littered with a few leaves or broken twigs. dirt smudged and stained your clothes and tears welled in the corners of your glossy eyes. you had left camp after the war, unable to see it how you once did when you were a naive child. you planned on returning to reunite with your friends, only to run into kids from the ares and aphrodite cabins. you didn’t have a great history with them, and now that you were back, it was like settling a score.

will, however, was beyond furious. you hadn’t seen him in a long time, but he knew exactly how your were. you had always been too kind and gentle, and that was coming from the most precious soul in camp half-blood.

his arms immediately wrapped around you and he helped you to an infirmary bed. barely a moment passed and he was cleaning your wounds. will listened as you explained, his eyebrows scrunched up.

“how could someone do this to you?” he frowned, his hand grasping yours.