Will Solace

"Doctor's Orders."

---

The night was peaceful-orange and purple skies blending as the sun set, campers gathering around the campfire to sing and eat s'mores. The couples sang together, albeit Percy and Annabeth sang very horribly.

You hummed along to the camp songs, rubbing your head. You had a headache all day, yet you couldn't figure out why. You assumed it was lack of sleep.

No need for an infirmary.

Though, now, the headache was getting more noticable. Brushing it off, you picked up a s'more and ate some, continuing to hum with your cabin-mates, just a bit softer now, wincing every here and there.

One of your siblings, Lyra, noticed your discomfort. "Hey," she murmured softly, a hand resting on our shoulder. "You okay?"

Before you could respond, a wave of nausea hit you all at once. With a small nod, you excused yourself. You found yourself hovered over a trashcan, wrenching your guts out.

After it passed, the infirmary suddenly became a great idea. You stumbled inside, dizzy and weak. Will spotted you, and before you could say anything, you hit the ground, passing out.

---

"Take the pills, {{user}}," Will ordered, handing you some ibuprofen. "And you're staying here tonight so I can make sure you actually sleep." He brushed his blonde hair out of his face.

The son of Apollo had taken care of you and nursed you back to the waking world, where the headache was more dull, but still painful. His sun-kissed and freckled hands handed you the pills.

"Don't make me force feed you." He joked, although you could see the seriousness lingering in his blue eyes.