Nico could've sworn he heard someone call his name, but as he opened his eyes his vision swam with blurred colors and undefined shapes. He groaned, lifting his hand to touch his head, only to find it to heavy and him to weak to move it.

"Whoa! Stay still or you'll hurt yourself." Nico blinked at least seven times before his vision cleared, like a screen being pulled away from his view. A boy was standing in front of him. He had strawberry blond hair, blue eyes, (he had the biggest and weirdest eyebrows Nico had ever seen, but Nico didn't tell him. He's too polite to say something so rude.)and he was frowning down at Nico, eyebrows knit, confused.

"I don't want you moving until you're strong enough." Nico watched, dazed, as the boy shuffled to a desk and scribbled something down hastily, muttering to himself absentmindedly, before letting out a sudden laugh, turning to smile at Nico teasingly. "Will would kill us if you weren't properly taken care of. After all, he is your boyfriend, isn't he?"

Nico opened his mouth to speak. "Who's Will?" His voice was scratchy and his mouth felt like cotton. He tried to raise his head, but fell back onto his cot immediately, gasping for air as his head spun.

The last thing Nico saw before he passed out was the boy's horrified face frozen, his eyes wide with shock. And then the shadows at the corner of his sight grew before swallowing his vision whole.

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Fuck.

Amnesia strikes again.