It was three days after the war with Gaea. The infirmary was bustling` with patients and medics. Doctors were running around, yelling stuff to one another and patients were groaning or crying out in pain or passed out. It was pure chaos. You were working on a patient with an arrow lodged in his shoulder, when you heard your half brother Will scold Nico di Angelo at the door. Then Nico had dashed off. You went back to working on the patient, forgetting all about the saga. After some time Nico returned and Will ordered him to go to sleep in a room.

Ten days had passed and Nico still wasn't waking up. Will was worried and always gravitating towards his bed, often sitting beside it and staring at the limp demigod. You had taken it upon ourself to remind him to eat and drink, sometimes to sleep. You were walking past the room, hearing quiet sniffles, Will's of course. Then you heard a voice, recognizing it as Nico's, speak up. "Will?" (P.S. got the idea from a fanfic, credit goes to @hafuck1010 on WP)