My Sunshine

Nico di Angelo woke up with a blast of bright light in his face. He tried to sit up, but a pain shot through from his legs to his rib cage. Nico fell back down on the bed, sighing. "Where the hell am I?" he groaned as he turned on his side.

This obviously wasn't the Hades cabin, where it was nice and warm, where this place was cold and, just not inviting to sleep overnight here. Nico kicked his blanket off; irritated that he can't remember anything. That was a mistake. The place was cold, and all Nico had on was those embarrassing hospital gown that showed off legs and a bit of the butt. Nico shivered as he pulled back the thin blanket and fell asleep.

Or, tried to. Voices came flooding in, interrupting Nico's attempt to fall asleep. Since he had nothing better to do, Nico listened to the voices.

"Face it! He's never going to wake up!" a female's voice cut the air like a knife. Her voice was annoyed and tired.

"We still should have hope. Well, I have hope. He's a patient, and we have to heal him." Now this was a male voice filled the air. His voice wasn't as sharp as the female's, but his voice was more reassuring. His voice was so familiar, yet Nico couldn't find out the owner of the voice.

"Why do you need to save him so much?! He's just a son a Hades who doesn't even care for us!" The female's voice cut threw Nico along with the air. How could she? Is she usually this mean? Or is this the way others see him? Nico's head started hurting from the pain he was feeling in his legs.

"Milly, you know we have to do this." The male voice said.

"Will! Oh my gods!" Mill said. Nico's cheeks flushed. Will was trying to save him? Nico needed to hear the rest.

"Listen. We'll go check on him now. If he wakes up or progresses, you have to help. If he doesn't wake up or have any progress, I'll handle him by myself." Will says. He didn't want Milly, or Mill, to destroy the whole infirmary. She was daughter of Ares, but as a punishment for stealing Mr. D's soda, she had to help out in the infirmary. Mill had very little patience, and she's just helping. Will gestured to follow him to see Nico. When they saw Nico, sleeping as usual.

"See! He's sleeping! Let's go. Lunch is almost ready." Mill said, getting ready to leave.

"We need to check on him Mill! Or have you forgotten that already?" Will said. He walked towards the bed and felt Nico's head with his hand, palm out.

Nico opened his eyes slowly. He didn't want to scare the crap out of Will and Mill by opening his eyes too fast. Nico looked around, and saw Mill's mouth drop.

"H-h-o… how….? A-a-a…" Mill trailed off.

"See, Mill?" Will smirked. "He is awake. So now you have to continue to help. Can you fetch some food? Nico needs some energy."

"U-h-h, um. Fine." Said Mill, and shot a glare to Nico before stomping off. Will turned back to Nico.

"You ok? You almost have a fever!" exclaimed Will as he took his hand off Nico's forehead. Nico blushed.

"E-er, what happened?" Nico asked.

"You don't remember?" asked Will. He sat at the edge of Nico's bed. "Hold on for a wacked-out story."

Smiled Will.