Nico I rush into my cabin, cabin 13, and shut the door lightly, hoping no one hears it close. I sulk over to my bed and throw my face on the pillow. I don’t scream, I don’t shout, I just cry softly. I don’t even know why. My emotions have been acting up lately. Sometimes I’m mad at nothing, other times I feel like crying for no reason whatsoever. Right now is one of the times I want to cry. Suddenly a knock on the door interrupts the almost-silence. “May I come in?” I hear a honey-sweet, country-accented voice say softly to me. I almost say no. I almost shout at him to go away. Instead I just stand up, wipe my tears, walk over to the door, and open it. I don’t even give Will time to react, I just drag him in and close the door quietly. I don’t give him time to talk either, just wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his shirt. He seems surprised at first, but eases into the hug quickly. I hug him like if I let go, he’ll disappear. Before I even realize it, he’s dragged me over to the bed and had both of us sit down. He gently strokes my head, and after a few minutes of that he moves his hand down and rubs my back gently. We sit like that for a while, until dark, for that matter. Then he moves us back to the infirmary. I allow him to help me stand and walk there. I don’t trust my legs to carry my weight. When we get to my cot, he allows me to lie down by myself, but stays next to the bed on a rocking chair without me having to ask.
