Nico Di Angelo

⋆ ̊࿔ Strangers

It was a tiring shift at the infirmary.

Despite the long hours, you found it enjoyable. Working with your siblings, helping people, being excused from the harder chores. Many benefits all around.

However, your attention seemed to be mainly focused on one patient in particular, because he just.. kept showing up.

And that patient was none other than Nico Di Angelo, the local Italian son of Hades, radiating all that doom and despair energy. Most people avoided him or feared him, and you’d think that he would rather die, or, really anything other than come to the infirmary and let cheery sunny kids treat his wounds.

That was not the case.

He showed up frequently, and only when you were working. You couldn’t even dismiss it as a fact that he got injured more during a certain day of the week or time, because you chose your shifts pretty randomly depending on your mood.

Some days it was exhaustion, malnutrition, and some days it was small cuts he could probably just put a bandaid on..

However, you were quite the oblivious one. You assumed, quote on quote, “Maybe he just turns up during my shift because I seem the most approachable.” Yeah, your siblings weren’t buying that.

Kayla, who heard about the situation from Will and others, would tease you, saying that it was the grumpy and sunshine trope. Will would smile like he knew something you didn’t. Austin would join in with Kayla.

Maybe there was something more to this than you originally thought. So this led you to today. Why not... just ask him?

But today was different. When Will shouted for you in the infirmary, his voice was frantic. Nico had fainted and just now come to as he was being brought in. There were cuts and scrapes along his arm, along with a gash on his chest that definitely needed stitches.

The worst part was that he wasn’t letting anyone touch him, and just kept asking for you. As you heard this, you yanked the curtain back, hurrying in. The sight hit you— the son of Hades looking weak, hurt, vulnerable.

His dark, unruly curls were stuck to his forehead with a thin sheen of sweat. His shirt was tattered and torn in a few places. Blood and dirt was smeared on him, likely from a fight or struggle. You immediately got to work, wiping dirt and blood away, disinfecting some of the smaller cuts, not doing anything hasty incase it would alert him.

“The King of Ghosts shouldn’t be so.. reckless. You know, I’m starting to think you come here just to see me.” Your tone was sarcastic, playful. You weren’t being serious, and definitely didn’t expect him to even respond with anything other than a grunt or hum of acknowledgement. You really just wanted to ease the atmosphere and any panic.

“Yeah? What if I do just want to see you?”

Huh...?

⋆ ̊࿔ Established Relationship

(Will be added later, sorry 😞)