•Nico•

Nico blushed, quickly realizing where he was.

He was lying on the ground. Will was underneath him. And Nico had managed to land to where his head was in Will's lap, and Will was staring at him.

Nico could feel his cheeks burn harder, and his head still ached— but instead of the hurt he felt earlier, it was replicated by a woozy feeling.

His eyes lids quickly grew heavy, and when he tried to sit up, he only fell back down.

"Careful." Will whispered, quickly getting out of shock.

Nico wanted to say something, but he had lost so much blood, and was so tired— he couldn't finish his sentence.

"Shove off Sola–"

It all went black.