(A/N: I wanted to pay tribute to the person(I don't know their name or username) that gave me this idea in the first place. I altered the idea quite a lot, but thank you for starting it. Thank you!<3)

Will walked out of the infirmary. He had just finished operating on a camper who had somehow managed to burn their entire body on the lava wall. 

Honestly, how? He had mastered that thing by the time he was 14. (I don't know if this is true.)

But to prevent paralysis, they had had to operate. The camper was lucky there was a hospital at camp, or they would've needed amputation. They were sleeping now, would most likely be in coma for the next few days. 

Broken femur, fractured hands, severe concussion, 5 cracked ribs,....not to mention the 3rd degree burns(the occasional 4th).

But never mind. He told himself to relax and cool down, just for campfire tonight. Will walked down the path towards the amphitheatre, only to discover that everyone was...leaving?

Aw, c'mon, seriously....

Never mind, then. Will was turning to go back when something moved in the corner of his eye. He turned.

Something, no someone, was stumbling around behind one of the bushes near the campfire. He walked towards them, hoping they weren't drunk. How on Olympus you would get drunk in a place like Camp Half-Blood, he had no idea.

As he approached, Will sighed. He knew it was selfish, but he'd been looking forward to getting off work. His back and shoulders ached, his arms and feet were about to fall of-

Is that who I think it is?

He started jogging. The person did not notice him. 

Black hair, short, back clothes. The figure -a boy- turned. Ghostly paler than normal, cocoa eyes-

"Nico?"

Nico only blinked and stumbled, confused.

Will put his hand on Nico's forehead, on his face, on his shoulders. 

"Nico, what happened to you? What's-Woah, you're burning!"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the seven, Lou Ellen and the rest of his cabin was still huddled around the remaining embers of the campfire. What? He made a mental note to ask Austin later. But for now, he had a job to do.

"Nico, c'mon, I'm taking you to the infirmary-"

"Will no, I-I..am okay!" Nico giggled. Gods almighty, Nico. 

Will had never heard Nico laugh, and it sent shivers up his spine. He shook himself.

Stop. Look at the facts. What are our stats-

Alrighty then. He's on the delirious side of feverish.

He tried to pull him again, but Nico dug his heels into the ground. Will didn't want to yank him, though, so he merely held on.

"E-eh! Stop! E dove vado? Me lasciare!"

Dammit, Nico, not NOW, NOT. NOW...

Will often had problems with honesty. For example, he continued to deny the fact that he absolutely loved Nico's Italian.

He turned on his doctor persona, suddenly it didn't matter. He was going to get this patient to the infirmary, or else.

"Alright, if you're not gonna cooperate, I'm gonna have to carry you." Nico widened his eyes. He kept thrashing, but Will easily picked him up in his arms and started walking.

Ugh, he's way too thin, does he even eat? Or stand in the sunlight? Like, at all?

Nico weakly hit him in the chest and tried to squirm out of his arms. Will chuckled, his doctor facade breaking for just a moment. He continued walking.

It was getting colder, and the stars were beginning to appear.  Will felt Nico shiver, and hugged him closer. 

Don't want him getting even worse of a fever, now do we.

Will kept walking. The infirmary was now in sight, and even though Nico was light, Will was puffing. Just a little farther-

He felt a small tug at his shirt, and looked down in surprise. Nico was sleeping, and had grabbed onto his shirt. 

Will felt his cheeks grow warm, and smiled unashamedly. Who was gonna see, anyways? Plus, it's not like he liked him....Or did he? 

...

Also, Nico was cute. The seven and he agreed on that although Nico threatened to kill them every single time they brought it up.

He's also super pretty...like an angel~

"Stop," he whisper-scolded himself. 

"You. Are. A. Doctor. Stop It."

Nico shifted and moaned a bit. Will shushed him and shouldered through the the door of the infirmary. The sterile smell hit him like ______, but he was used to it.

Tiptoeing as to not wake the boy in his arms, Will slowly made his way to the temporary room in the back. NO WAY was he letting Nico leave after one night. 3 days at least.

He set him down as gently as he could, monitoring his vitals. 

Thank the gods demigods heal fast, he thought. A fever like this...

He checked the thermometer, then jumped, raking through his hair. He ran around the room, frantically piling blankets and comforters over the son of Hades.

116? ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN???

Thank goodness Will had found him in time. No wonder he had been delirious.

He ran back, increasing the IV drip, then sat down in a huff.

How can you do these things to yourself, Nico?

Will studied his sleeping face. Nico looked younger when he slept, and peaceful. Smiling, Will brushed a piece of hair from his eyes.

After about half an hour or so, he had changed Nico's compress 5 times, had stopped the IV drip, and actually felt his muscles failing. Working overtime was never fun.

Dammit, I really should go to sleep..

Too tired to walk back to Apollo", he decided to stay in the overnight room.

Then I can stay close to Nico...To check on him! He's my patient, I can do that right?

"Night, Nico~" He whispered.

Will sighed, and left the room.