⛭Sunny Side Up⛭ - A Solangelo Fanfic.

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☆CHAPTER FOUR☆ (Nico's POV) --------------------- ⛭ “Oh, hi, Nico.” Kayla said, glancing up from her clipboard that probably had important stuff on it. “Is Will still asleep?” “Oh, no, he woke up. I’m just getting some mortal medicine for him. Do you have medicine for fevers?” Kayla Nodded. “Come, I’ll take you.” She stood up from her chair and led me towards a really big medical cabinet, filled to the brim with all kinds of mortal meds. She grabbed a box of Tylenol and a box of Ibuprofen, but before handing them to Nico, Kayla grabbed his arm and looked around, presumably to see if anyone was listening. “So…what’d my brother say?” “I—Will? About what?” “Like, y’know, how’s he feeling physically…maybe also mentally…” How did she know? Nico thought. “You noticed it too?” Nico said, lowering his voice, as if out of nowhere, Will was gonna pop out of a corner and lecture Nico for talking about him behind his back. “Well, not really…But Will gets sick a lot more often than us.” “And…what exactly does that mean?” Kayla heaved a heavy sigh. “I only ever get sick when I'm, y’know, stressed, and stuff. I think it’s the same for every Apollo kid. I—I don’t know. It’s the only thing that makes sense.” “Yeah…” “I remember when…when Will first became Head Counselor." She said, “Will was…yeah, he was definitely stressed. He’d sneeze every two seconds for 2 months straight.” “2 months?” “Yeah. I guess it was also because…” She sucked in a breath. “Because, well that was also the time most of our siblings…” “Died,” “Yeah...” Nico stood there. He didn't know what he should do. He didn't know what else he /could/ do. "Did Will ever...talk to you guys about that sort of thing?" Nico asked at last. "About, like, how he was...feeling-?" "Yeah," "I mean...not really. He had a lot of work to do, y'know. Being head counselor and head medic. I guess I never really...asked." Kayla said sheepishly. "Yeah," Nico hanged his head low, staring at his shoes. "That makes two of us." Nico took the medicine from Kayla's hands, said his thanks, of course, and jolted out of the infirmary. Nico stood in front of the Apollo cabin, about to open the door when he realized the door was already slightly open. He pushed it. And there, in his bed, sat the blond son of Apollo, curled into a ball, surrounded by black fluffy balls of darkness. The cocoa puffs. ⛭