Nico stumbled in camp Half-Blood, his aviator jacket getting soaked with blood. He held his side painfully, his eyes dull and almost lifeless. His fingertips were fading. He looked around, camp wasn't as lively as it was before. Something was wrong. But, of course, he had been gone for about two years. Things change overtime, after all.

But when he saw you, he knew what had been missing. Your confident smirk, your baggy band t-shirts, your eyes full of mischief.

But as soon as your eyes landed on him, his knees gave out. Not from affection, but from pain. His vision started blacking out, as he suffered the consequences of bloodloss from the wound on his side.