Weak and tired
In which you get hurt in a fight, I tried.
Pairing: Poly!Solangelo, Will Solace x gn!reader x Nico di Angelo Request: Could you please do a preference/headcanon for poly!solangelo and how they would react if their s/o got badly hurt? Thanks love Word count: 1.4k Warnings: Description of injury (not major description), mentions of guilt, curse words
-Asnyox
Demigods' lives are not easy, as we all know. People get hurt a lot, scratches during practice, falling off the lava climbing wall, monsters ambushing you on the way to get groceries, you name it. You learn to take care of your wounds and shrug some wounds off.
Except, your doctor doesn't agree at all.
“(Y/n), for the last time, you should stop practicing when you get cut!” Will scolded you as he put a bandage on your arm. During sword practice Nico had accidentally scratched you with his blade, however you assured him you were fine and you kept training. Will was not too happy about that, and Nico seemed a bit guilty leaning against the wall of the infirmary as you got treated by your lover. You let out a laugh, but his glare shut you up immediately.
“And you-” his gaze redirected it to his boyfriend, “should urge (Y/n) to get help if this happens!”
Nico looked as apologetic as he could, which was cute, but not helpful.
“For what it’s worth Will, we were in the last stretch of practice.” you put a hand on his arm to soothe his worries. He let out a huff.
“You can’t just-” his shoulders slouched as he looked you in the eye, “I care a lot, about both of you. And I don’t want to patch you up if you could just not be hurt at all?” he tilted his head a bit to the left and your heart beat fast. You smiled as you leaned in and pressed a small kiss on his cheek.
“We promise to be more careful next time, right Nico?” you turned your eyes to the son of Hades who was unconsciously pouting. A thought crossed his eyes and he smiled.
“Only if I also get a kiss.” he said as he leaned closer. You quickly pressed one on his cheek too, which surprised him as he quickly looked away, trying to hide the small blush on his face.
Adorable.
“Good enough, you’re good to go. Be careful, now.” Will warned you as he grabbed your hand and squeezed it softly, “Wouldn’t want you to get hurt again.” He smiled.
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No one knew how the monsters got in - but it was a rampage. There weren’t a lot of monsters, and if it was summer this would have been a breeze, however there were close to no campers around and you and Nico had been holding them off for longer than you could count.
“Austin,” you heaved through burning lungs, “Better come quick with that backup.” Nico let out a grunt in agreement, or from blocking another blow.
Nico was worried. He couldn’t go all out and didn’t have it in him to shadowtravel you both out. The few skeletons he summoned were all down, his muscles were burning. If it wasn’t for his worry that you might get hurt, he would have collapsed minutes ago.
His mind was racing with worry, trying to come up with any plan to get you both out of here. If only Austin would arrive with back-up, any minute now. He sucked in another breath.
Shouting came from the distance, but it got quickly drowned out by your voice.
“Fuck!” you let out as you felt yourself fall on your knees. You didn’t catch what hit you, you just felt pain and a haze fall over your mind. Did someone say your name?
Will’s worried face entered your gaze and another presence dropped next to you, hoisting you up by your arm.
“Get them out of here! Fuck, please.” Was that Will again? Where was Nico?
You had gotten hit, and the ripple of your soul was enough to almost knock Nico out. The rest of camp had shown up, and he turned around to see you collapse. A ringing entered his ears as he let out a ‘No’.
He quickly kneeled next to you and helped you up as Will took in the damage. Just this morning you were joking and- Nico forced his mind to go numb. No thoughts, just getting you to safety.
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Will hated every second. As Nico put you on one of the beds, Will started inspecting the wounds and- fuck it was bad. He tried to keep his breathing in check but you were turning colder by the second and he couldn’t- not you. As he tried to stop the bleeding he felt his hands shake, he felt his knees buckle but tried his best to keep working. He had to save you - he had to.
That was, until he was pulled away by his sister. Will tried to resist but just didn’t have the strength, the last thing he saw was Chiron and Kayla working swiftly on you as the door closed in front of him.
Nico was sitting next to the door as Will was forced out and he looked up as he saw the horror on Will’s face. Nico tried to focus on the feeling of your life force - but it was weak, he was tired. He couldn’t lose you, he would go to hell and back again to get you back.
Nico weakly put his hand on Will’s ankle, drawing Will’s attention to him.
They felt hopeless, and they didn’t need words to convey this. Will sat next to Nico and reached for his hand. Nico mindlessly grabbed Will’s hand and squeezed it, wanting to find something solid, something to tell him you would be alright.
Nico shot a look of concern towards Will. Where Nico may have failed in protecting you, the fact Will was next to him meant he failed in healing you - or couldn’t bring himself to it. Nico knew how Will would take this, and in all he wanted to try to be in misery together.
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Had it been hours or mere minutes as Kayla came out of the infirmary? Will didn’t know, he only knew Nico’s hand in his own and the guilt of failing you on his shoulders. Why couldn’t he focus? He was a doctor- but you were his heart.
His wet eyes turned upwards towards his sister as she kneeled down.
“I-” her gaze shifted between him and his boyfriend, “I did the best I could- (Y/n) was in a pretty bad shape.” Will felt his throat close as his expression morphed into horror.
“(Y/n)’s alive.” Nico simply stated as he squeezed Will’s hand. Will swallowed thickly as he took a deep breath. “Can we see them?” Nico asked Kayla and she slowly nodded.
“It’s not a pretty sight.” she warned them as she stood up and took a step back.
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As soon as he laid eyes on you, Nico sucked in a breath. You were in a rough shape, because of him. He took a careful step forward, fearing that you would just slip away, disappear. If only he had paid a bit more attention - if only he would have been the one to take the hit.
Will’s eyes roamed over your body, trying to figure out if he could do anything more, anything to better the shape you were in. He walked over to you, softly grabbing your hand as he prayed to his dad to help you. He knew it had been a while since Apollo came by, but he hoped for anything. His prayer was answered as he felt you weakly squeeze his hand.
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The days of your recovery were interesting to say the least. Will didn’t leave your side for a second - he had you stay in the Apollo cabin - “In case you drop or get unwell” - and he checked your vitals at least once an hour - you were sure it was just so he could touch you.
Nico seemed less suffocating, but he was there alright. Somewhere in a corner, or getting you stuff. Unbeknownst to you, he was keeping a close tab on your life force at all times, finding solace in the feeling of your soul. It was warm, and familiar to him. It felt like a home.
If anything, the boys were sure to never let you get this close again, even if it costs them their lives.
