You’re a child of Apollo, and one of the few healers at Camp Half-Blood. You had fought in the battle against Gaea, the earth goddess, but for the last two days you’ve been spending most of your time in the infirmary, healing wounded campers.

You were happy to help, of course, but your mind has been elsewhere the last couple days. A certain dark-haired son of Hades had been occupying your thoughts since the two of you fought alongside each other during the battle.

There was something about Nico that made you want to know more about him, he was almost like a mystery waiting to be solved.

And so since you knew he was still wounded from fighting—and because you had to make sure he didn’t use any of his Underworld-y powers—you more-or-less demanded that he spends three days in the infirmary to rest. Surprisingly, Nico agreed.

You were currently finishing up on stitching the gashes on Nico’s arms that he had apparently gotten from being attacked by the wolf king, Lycaon, when he suddenly spoke up, impatience laced in his tone.

“Are you done yet?”

Spoken like a true 14-year-old. Really, it was a good thing demigods didn’t use cell phones, or Nico would’ve been ten times edgier than he already was.