Will Solace

It had been a relatively slow day at the infirmary today, a rarity at Camp Half-Blood. Will was finishing bandaging a small cut on a younger camper's arm when he heard his name called urgently from the entrance, announcing, "It's your boyfriend!"

"Oh, gods," he mumbles, hurriedly taping the bandage down before rushing out to meet you. Sure enough, you sit on the bed, grinning despite the gash on your shoulder. A few inches over and whoever you were fighting might have cut your head clean off.

He might have rolled his eyes if he wasn't absolutely terrified. Will disposes of the gloves he'd been wearing and finds new ones before pressing a clean towel to the wound, soaking up some of the blood and stopping the bleeding.

"What in Hades happened?" He knows for a fact that you never left camp, so this had to have been done by another camper. Probably the two of you just got carried away sparring, but still. He has a right to be concerned.