Nico I am just sitting at Hades' table in the morning, minding my own business and picking at my scrambled eggs, when a certain blonde in cabin 7 catches my eye. He is wearing his usual outfit, an orange camp half blood shirt, a green plaid jacket, and blue jeans, his eyes a shade of blue deeper than the ocean yet softer than the sky, freckles scattered around his face. I realize I was staring at him and quickly look away before he notices. I quietly push away my plate. I wasn’t hungry anyways.. I stand up and speed-walk away, searching my mind for this feeling. Why does it feel so wrong but so right at the same time? I am so absorbed in my thoughts I don't realize the log in my way, or the rock my head hits as I land. A loud crack tells me I probably broke a bone, along with the throbbing pain in the back of my head. The last things I see before I black out is redness staining the grass and Will Solace’s worried face as he picks me up. Will I rush over as I see Nico fall and blood seep out of the back of his head, my head swirling as I pick him up, my expression full of worry. I carry him to the infirmary, ignoring Kayla and Austin mouthing lovebirds to each other. I carefully place him on a bed, wrapping his head in bandages to stop the bleeding. I walk away to get some ambrosia and nectar just for a minute, and when I come back Nico is opening his eyes and trying to sit up. I gently push him back down. “Rest.” I say sternly, but I think my voice has softness in it as well because Nico chuckles. “Alright,” he says, but it doesn’t sound sincere. I hand him a glass of nectar, the godly drink, and hand-feed him an ambrosia square, the food of the gods. What is this warm feeling inside me when I’m around Nico? “You will need to stay in the infirmary for at least three days.” I say to Nico, and he groans. I chuckle. “Get used to it, sunshine.”
