Doctor's Orders- A Solangelo Story

Chapter 1- Will's P.O.V.

Chapter 1-

Will's P.O.V.

-Wednesday-

I watch Nico worriedly as he lays in the cot we have for the sick and injured in the Apollo Cabin. We were sitting together at lunch, which isn't allowed but we were doing it anyway, and then he started acting weird, mumbled something then fell forward, almost getting his untouched plate of food all over his face.

I'd assume he was doing too much shadow-traveling, per usual. So, I scooped him up and brought him back to the cabin, and now I'm keeping an eye on him as I slowly go over the paperwork from the people we brought in yesterday. I know we don't have to keep medical records, but they've helped us more than once, keeping an eye on anyone that's come in and out of here. Does it make my brain hurt trying to read forms? Yes. Is it almost impossible some days? Also yes. But now, Nico's got himself another form in his file. Yay to him.

He stirs, and I watch him. I'll still ask him some basics just in case.

"Welcome back." I tell him as he blinks open his impossibly dark eyes. He's pretty, but that's not what I need to be focusing on right now. Right now, I'm focusing on helping him recuperate.

"Hey, Glowstick, what's up?" He asks sleepily.

I roll my eyes. "Nothing much with me. Quick question, do you know what day of the week it is?"

The fact that he recognizes me is already a good sign of him not having head trauma, his head hardly hit the table once I caught him, but it's good to see if he's disoriented or not.

He sits up. "I never do, I don't have a calendar or a phone..."

I reach out quickly in case he needs steadied, putting a hand behind his back but not touching him, just hovering there. "Slow down. Do you know your birthday?"

"It's in January or June or something with a J." He laughs.

"..." I sigh, pulling away from him. "Lay back down, Nico. Do you know what just happened?"

Maybe he can answer that without being sarcastic. I doubt it.

"I'm just kidding, man. Chill out." He tells me, "Gods. Everything's shifting around."

"Does it feel like your head is swimming? Is that standard when you pass out from shadow-traveling?"

I ask instead.

"No, I haven't been shadow-traveling today, just walking around." He says, rubbing his forehead, "I've been good for once, believe it or not."

"..." I watch him. That's not a good sign... at all. Dehydration, maybe? "When was the last time you drank water?"

"Water? No clue."

"...Alright. And what about food? When was your last meal?" I ask, rolling back from his bed and grabbing my water bottle, I'll just hand him this.

This is a trickier question. I don't know if he's finished a plate of food that I've ever seen. He just doesn't have much of an appetite from what I can tell, or doesn't like the food here at camp and eats elsewhere.

He rests his hands on the cot. "Couple days ago...? Why are you quizzing me with the weirdest questions ever?"

"Are you serious about the meal?" I question. "It's not weird, I was making sure you didn't have head trauma, now I'm trying to understand why you're passing out if you're not shadow-traveling."

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's just because I haven't been sleeping."

Well, now it can be all of them. Great. I start filling out his form, giving him my water bottle.