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He was crying. I hadn't expected that at all. I felt awful. I didn't know I meant that much to him, I didn't realize... I just thought...

I felt tears of guilt welling up in my own eyes. He probably hated me now. I blinked back the tears and looked away.

"Why do you even like me? I'm creepy and mean and-" I started to ask.

"Amazing. You're amazing." He finished.

How could he think that? I just brought despair everywhere I went. How could he think I was amazing? What had I ever done to make him think that?

I looked at his shiny blue eyes. They were red and filled to the brim with tears but to me, they were beautiful. His nose was running slightly from crying. He didn't seem to notice. His bottom lip was shaking from the effort of not crying. Sadness was a look I knew all too well. I looked at his cheeks. He had lines from laughing. Under his eyes he had dark rings from lack of sleep.

Another pang of guilt shot through me and I realized that I was the cause for those dark rings. My nightmares. They had kept him up at night. I felt tears welling up again.

No. I blinked them back.

I looked at his cheeks which had so many freckles that they might as well been stars in the sky. I looked at his hair. It's was shiny and gold and was usually swept neatly to one side but today it hung over his forehead.
I fought the urge to push it to the side, out of his face. He cleared his throat. I realized I was staring.

"I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't re-realize..."

Now it was taking all I had not to burst into tears. He took my hand and I flinched.

"It's okay," he soothed, "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise. Everything will be alright."

I only nodded and looked down at the spaghetti sitting in my lap. I realized now how exhausted I was. Arguing with Will had taken a lot out of me. I wasn't even sure if I would be able to lift my fork.

Will seemed to know exactly what I was thinking and gently released my hand.
At any other time I would've been entirely embarrassed by the idea of Will feeding me but after our fight I was too far drained of energy to care much about it.

Will only made me about eat the half the bowl, so I could sleep.

For the first time since Tartarus, I didn't have the nightmares.
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When I woke up Jason and Piper came to see me. I really hadn't wanted any guests, but Will decided it would be good for me to get in some human interaction with someone other than him.

Jason and Piper came in nervously as if afraid that I would spontaneously combust if they looked directly at me. I rolled my eyes.

"You can sit down. Will brought in another seat." I told them.

Piper smiled and dragged Jason over to sit down.

We talked for awhile about things that had happened since I came to the infirmary. Piper talked on and on about how Travis Stoll and Katie Gardner had gotten together. Apparently Connor was none too happy about it and had stolen all of Katie's shoes. Travis made him give them back, though.
I didn't really care about the Stolls' or their problematic love life's but it filled the silence so I was okay with Piper talking about it.
They talked awhile about some other non-existent problems at camp when the conversation silenced.

Piper and Jason had spotted something to the side of the room that I couldn't see. I craned my neck but I didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

Everyone in the room was running about or laying in bed. Nothing seemed unusual. Then all of a sudden it hit me. Someone just died. I can't really explain how felt it. I just kind of did.

Then I saw her. Emma Donahue.

She was one of Demeter's daughters. She had wavy blonde hair with light purple streaks in it, pale skin despite her lack of staying inside, and light blue eyes that I had always thought suited her well. She had never gone out of her way to talk to me but she had smiled at me many times before.
I had always found it very annoying but secretly it had always made my day slightly better.

She had been around fourteen, I think. One of Octavians men had stabbed her.
I was filled with anger. If Octavian hadn't died, I was sure that I would've killed him myself.

Then my eyes spotted the shiny gold hair. Will. Whenever he hadn't been with me, I noticed he had been mainly with Emma. Sometimes he would give her a check-up but recently he had just started talking with her more, making her laugh.

At first I had been envious of Emma but then I saw how weak she was, how close she was to death, I wasn't jealous. I felt awful that I ever was.

I couldn't see Will's face but he was shaking. Crying. Will... My stomach started to twist and turn.

I looked over at Piper and Jason. Piper was whimpering softly and looking down. Jason had an arm wrapped around her. He gently rubbed her arm.

At first I couldn't remember Piper and Emma ever being friends but then I remembered Piper telling me a while back about how she had been the one to put the purple streaks into Emma's hair. Emma had been so excited...

"She was so proud of her hair. The purple streaks you put in. She loved them. You really made her happy." I told Piper softly.

She nodded, but didn't look up. Piper got up and slowly walked out of the infirmary, I was surprised when Jason didn't follow her right away.

"How is Will treating you?" Jason asked softly.

He didn't tear his eyes away from Emma's bed.

"Will has been great. Why?" I asked slightly suspicious.

Jason shook his head and walked away after Piper. He was halfway out when he stopped, looked back at Will, contemplated something, then decided against it and walked away.

Weird. I thought.

I kept watching Will. He wasn't just crying anymore, he was sobbing. He was really, really hurt. I wanted to console him. I really did, but I didn't know how. It wasn't like I could walk over there. I thought for a minute.
Well, maybe I had to. Will would do the same for me, right? My legs felt like jello but I had to try.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see someone watching me. I had seen him in here before, one of Will's brothers, I didn't know his name.

I gingerly lifted the blanket off my legs and sat up straight, already I was starting to feel dizzy but I ignored it. I had to get to Will.

Slowly, I put my left leg over the side of the bed. The tile floor was cold under my feet. I started to put my right leg over the bed too. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye but ignored it. I focused all of my energy into the task at hand. Then I carefully lifted myself up to my feet. Instantly I felt wobbly and weak.

I put out my arms to balance me. I could see someone running over to me.

No.

I took a step. Then another, then another. If I could just get to Emma's bed.

I took another dizzying step and lost balance. I flailed my arms, but it was no use. I couldn't stop falling now. I shut my eyes and braced myself to hit the floor.

Instead warmth surged through me. I opened my eyes. Will was holding me in his arms. He was sitting in the ground. My head was on his chest and I was sitting on his lap. My face flashed red.

"Nico, why were you out of bed, what is it? You could've gotten hurt, or worse. Why did you move from bed?" Will scolded.

I could tell he was mad. His eyes were red and his face was puffy and he was tears still slowly rolling down his cheeks. He looked me in the eye. I couldn't help it, I started crying.

"I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry, I was going to come comfort you, but then my legs gave out and I'm so sorry, Will! I ruin everything and I'm so sorry." I sobbed.

He stopped scowling at me and pulled me close.

"It's okay, Nico. Shh. It's okay." He told me softly.

"No! It's not okay! I should've just waited!" I sobbed into his shirt.

"Nico, look at me." Will demanded.

I sniffled and looked up.

"It's okay. Shh. It's okay. Thank you, Nico. I'm just glad you're safe. Okay?"

I nodded. I was completely drained.

"Come on, let's get you back to bed, you've had enough excitement for today. I'll bring you breakfast in the morning." He laid me down on the bed and covered me with the blanket again.

"Sleep tight." He whispered.

Then he gave me a quick kiss on the forehead before I fell asleep.