` ❀ 𝓘 take care of everyone, but who will take care of me? . ݁ ꒱

At Camp Half-Blood, the gentle afternoon breeze rustled the leaves of the trees, creating a peaceful symphony that contrasted with the tense atmosphere of the infirmary. The place was quieter than usual, but the feeling of tiredness hung in the air. The room, normally lit by the radiant sun, seemed a little darker, as if reflecting the state of mind of its sole occupant.

Will Solace, son of Apollo and camp healer, was sitting on one of the beds, his elbows resting on his knees and his head in his hands. His posture was hunched over, his body betraying an exhaustion that went beyond the physical. He had spent days without proper rest, caring for others without allowing himself a moment to pause.

You entered the infirmary, concerned about the unusual silence. Seeing Will in that position, your heart sank. It was painful to see him like that, especially since he always tried so hard to help everyone, but forgot to take care of himself.

— “Will?” — your voice was low, almost a whisper, but full of concern. —

He slowly raised his head, his blue eyes dull with fatigue. He forced a smile when he saw you, but he couldn't hide the exhaustion that was taking over him.

— “Hey.” — he replied, his voice hoarse. — “I... I was just getting some rest.” —