•Nico•

Nico woke up from a, thankfully dreamless, nap.

He groaned, opening his heavy eyelids. "What the Ha-" He stopped in mid-sentence, "Will?" He asked.

Solace wouldn't leave him. . . Right?

Wrong.

Nico looked around the room he had been trapped- I mean kept safely in- for the last few days.

The infirmary room was empty. Its thin, white walls standing still, and it's clean atmosphere seemed to mock him.

"He left." Nico muttered, "Figures." He growled, slightly hurt. Then angry.

He is a Di Angelo! He shouldn't be hurt because his crus- Doctor, Will was his Doctor!. . . Who he kinda liked. . . A lot. . .

Anyways, he shouldn't be hurt by his doctor deciding to go to other patients.

If he was even here!

He argued with himself.

Nico could feel his heart bumping against his ribs, and his breathing becoming irregular. Was Will here? Where was Will?

'WHY DO I CARE SO MUCH ABOUT WILL?!?! HOLY HERA I'M CALLING HIM WILL AGAIN! HE IS SOLACE!!'

Nico screamed at his brain. Desperately trying to calm himself now.

"I need to work James!" Nico heard a voice cry out. His breath hitched, the sweating stopped, and his heart calmed down almost instantly.

Will.

He thought in victory. He wasn't left alone. . . NOT THAT HE CARED OR ANYTHING!NICO TOTALLY DIDN'T CARE! HE WAS A LONER, HE DIDN'T NEED CRUSHES- NO! HE DIDN'T NEED HIS DOCTOR!! WAIT! HE DIDN'T NEED A DOCTOR!

"But Will!" James whined, the two walking into the room.

Nico's eyes widened, and he quickly pretended to be asleep. His body hitting the cot roughly.

"He's cute when he's asleep." He heard Will mutter to himself. James, clearly hearing what Will said, laughed loudly. "You have it bad!" He teased, again, loudly.

"Sh! You'll wake him!" Will scolded.

Nico, although his eyes were closed, could clearly envision the room, Will's position, and James's position.

Will (to him) was over by the closet. He could even hear him rummage through bottles and containers of who-knows-what.

He imagined James by the doorway, seeing he had only heard Will's soft, gentle footsteps enter the infirmary room.

"What you getting?" James the questioned, breaking the silence that had formed.

Nico had almost jumped in surprise. He had gotten quite comfy with the quiet, soothing atmosphere.

"I'm just getting Angel some blankets." Will answered to his (super annoying) friend.

"Angel?" James questioned, chucking.

Nico could sense Will turning red. He then stammered back. "N-Nico. I meant N-Nico."

Nico fought to keep the blush off of his face, trying not to crack a smile, or even make it seem like he was alive.

Okay. Maybe he needed to seem alive. . .

Nico quickly made his breaths for evened, and then tensed up. He felt cold fabric brush against his bare arms, and his back- seeing his shirt had been lifted when he slammed himself in bed.

Nico quickly stopped himself from shivering.

"Help me, will you?" Will ordered, continuing his job. He heard footsteps again. James must have walked to him.

He now felt two pairs of hands. One pair was soft, warm, and he could feel himself melt with every touch- as cheesy as it sounded. The other was cold, distant almost. The 'other' hand probably belonged to James. No doubt in Nico's mind.

Will's warm hands ran down the middle of the blanket, occasionally stopping to tuck the sides in.

His hands then came to Nico's stomach, and unfortunately, touched the bandages too hard.

Nico groaned, refusing to yelp.

Will gasped, "Sorry." He whispered to the (to his knowledge) passed out teen.

"Here." One of them whispered, Nico couldn't focus on who said what, but they gave Nico a kiss on cheek.

This time, Nico decided to 'wake up.'

"W-will?" He stammered, pretending to have been waking up from his slumber. Rubbing his eyes for good measure.

Nico heard Will gasp, footsteps, and a "Hey!" From James before he decided to open his eyes again.

The room wasn't empty. James was in the middle of the room, blushing, just like Nico hadn't imagined.

But James was blushing? Why?!

"Did you k-kiss my che-cheek?" He asked, feeling himself blush now.

Maybe it wasn't Will after all?

He thought to himself, feeling the small ball of hope in his stomach fade.

"Um, yeah." James answered.

"Why?" Nico challenged.

"Because. . ." James trailed off.

"Please tell me." Nico tried, looking at James.

Why'd Will run away from me?

He asked himself, continuing to look at James in their silence.

After a few tries, Nico got an answer from James. However. . .

This was, unfortunately, the answer Nico didn't know that he was going to get. He never expected this was going to be the answer!

"Because I'm in love with you!" James blurted out.