Okay so it has been I don't knowdays and no one has showed up at my front door I assume I'm safe so thank you all for bearing with me.
By the way, fair warning, this is gonna contain triggers and feels. (Well, more feels than normal. But the triggers are real.) And no, I'm not telling you what G2K stands for, and no one spoil it. Or Google it. You get to find out the hard way, because gods know I would never make anything easy for anyone.
I led a trembling Rachat back to the infirmary. She had Nico's old room. I smiled at the thought.
"Okay, well sit down, and I'll check you out." She raised an eyebrow. "Not like that. I'm gay. You already met my boyfriend."
"Mmhm."
I reached into my belt and pulled out bandages and ice. I wrapped her wrists and wiped them with antiseptic. "You're mad, aren't you?" She asked.
"No. I'm just disappointed that someone with so much to live for would hurt herself like that."
"You don't understand."
"I've got time, hun."
"Hun?"
"I call everyone hun. Get used to it. Enough about me, let's get to know you." Yes that's what G2K stands for.
"Well, my dad, the mortal one, he's an alcoholic. He got bad after Hermes left. My aunt stopped dealing with it when I was five and he came home in a drunken rage, calling us freeloaders and idiots and sluts and all that jazz. So we lived alone for years. My dad never payed child support and went to jail for it. My mom gets money from the government that she uses on cigs and crack. Not exactly a good life."
"It's a good life, Hazel Grace."
Well it's not a good life when you don't have a life. I said I hated TFioS.
"Well life at camp gets better. I promise."
"Right. To finally find a place where I think I belong, only to find out I'm related to the total Axis force of the Second Titan War. It's a wonderful life."
Every time the bell rings, an angel gets his wings.
Wouldn't Cas like that?
"Hey. Don't talk like that. Don't make me use doctor's orders."
"What's that?"
"Tell Nico I said that. See what he says."
"Nico's your boyfriend? What, is doctor's orders your always?"
Props to one of the fangirls (I'm pretty sure her name is @oneinamillion68 but I'm probably wrong.) for commenting on that. AND NO IT IS NOT. That's just wrong.
"Ew, gods no."
"Just sayin'..." She whistled expectantly as I cleaned the last of her cuts. "Thanks for the bandages."
I reached into my first aid box that never empties and grabbed an ice cube. No, it wouldn't melt. Lou Ellen had enchanted some ice cubes for me. "Whenever you want to cut or scratch or whatever, hold this in your hand. It won't melt, but it will relieve the urge to hurt yourself."
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it."
Okay so I realize these past few chappies haven't had your freaky Solangelo fixes so here is so cute little fluff to end the thingy. By the way, would you want a Rachat POV or nah? Just curious(er and curiouser.)
Just kidding peace out my wayward demigods.
Hm I might start calling you that.
