Should I post pictures with my updates? I have enough from majorly fangirling.

I wake up to a bright light above me. I slowly open my eyes, as to not be blinded in the brightness, and what I think is the infirmary is revealed. I look around and see no one here. Good. I close my eyes again making my body go limp just as the door opens again. "Hey Nico" I hear a cheery voice say, Will's voice, "Time for another check up!" I slowly open my eyes seeing his sky blue ones looking straight at me. "Oh! You're awake." He smiles. "Yeah, I think so" I reply, sounding slightly sarcastic. "You said something about a check up?" He walks over to me placing a thermometer in my mouth and checking my pulse. He seemed to think everything was fine and walked to a cubbard at the side of the room. "How long was I out for?" I ask. Handing me a small cube of ambrosia he replies with only a few hours. That was great,(Can you sense the sarcasm here) I was hoping to sleep the entire time I was here. "How're you feeling Death Boy?" I was asked, I shrugged in response. "What type of answer is a shrug?" He asks. "Is it you don't know how you feel, is it you feel fine, or what I don't have an answer from just a shrug." He says and asks again so just to make him mad I shrug yet again. He sigh in exasperation and I chuckle a little covering my mouth as soon as I do. "Are you laughing at me Di' Angelo?" He asks incredulously, I can't stop the chuckles still coming from my mouth. He smiles even wider than before. "You are laughing at me. What about me is sooo amusing?" He asks drawing out the 'o' sound. I manage to calm myself enough and talk. "Just you got so... I don't know the word, and put your hands on your hips like a dissapointed mother and..." I broke into more giggles. "And what?" He asked sounding inpatient, but he looked more amused. "Your accent gets more apparent when you get exasperated." I tell him. He looks confused for a second "What does that mean? I don't have an accent?" I roll my eyes and force the scowl back on my face."Yes you do. You sound more southern than usual. You have a southern accent from wherever you live when you aren't in camp." I reply mater-of-factly. "Well you get more Italian-ish when you laugh. Your voice goes back to being Italian accented." I stopped momentarily, 'do I really do that?' I question myself. After a few more minutes of us arguing over accents and other stupid things about each other. One of the other Apollo's call Will's name so he has to go, soon after that I fall asleep

And there is the end of it. I thought it would turn out longer than it did but I didn't want to drag it out to much or I'll forget to stop and a chapter will be 50,000 words long. Probably not really but still it would be long.