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(Will’s p.o.v)
“Seriously?”
“Yes.”
“But-“
“No buts. You’re weak enough as it is, and I don’t want to be stuck in here treating you for another few days. I do have other friends, you know.”
“Really, Will?”
“Yes.”
And with that, Will stalked out of the Hades cabin. Di Angelo was a tricky patient, often ignoring Will’s warnings and spitting out medicine. Will thought that Nico was acting like a two-year-old, but he would never voice that opinion in front of that ‘little ray of sunshine’.
In fact, many of Will’s opinions seemed to be dirt in Nico’s eyes. But what really confused Will was that the younger boy had shot into the infirmary for three days without a second word.
Will stopped outside of his shining cabin. Cabin 7. Home.
He carried on thinking about the son of Hades as he opened the door. How he would always blush when Will walked into the room he was in, and then pretend nothing happened.
Or how his heart rate jumped up whenever Will brushed against him. The medic could tell these things; it was natural for healer Apollo kids.
The thing was, there were four categories in the Apollo cabin. These decided what activities they did.
The first was, obviously, healing. Giving medicine, putting on splints, the list goes on. These were the people placed in the infirmary.
The second was archery. Most Apollo children were good at archery, but some shone out like stars. Or, the sun.
Thirdly, was music and singing. This was sometimes squished into the healing category, as it was rumoured that any music produced by an Apollo child could heal any wound. Of course, this was simply a rumour. Or was it? Many people tended to notice that wounds healed faster when an Apollo kid was singing. Will and his siblings insisted that these were just untrue whispers. Unfortunately, their father was also the god of honesty, so you can guess how that went. It was lucky that Apollo was God of poetry as well, so they could curse people with rhyming couplets.
And, finally, the fourth category. This was simple. It was the people could do all of these without complaining. They could shoot, heal and sing all at the same time, but weren’t brilliant as the people who specified at those subjects.
Will turned the doorknob. The smell of toasted marshmallows engulfed his senses. There was also a hint of antibacterial fluid. Will hated that stuff.
He stepped into the glowing cabin.
“Honey, I’m home!” He called jokingly. His half-siblings turned to face him. There were about 14 in the cabin including Will. 5 boys, 9 girls. About three kids in the corner smiled at Will before continuing making up songs for the campfire.
Four girls and two boys were in the showers, cleaning themselves after a long day in the infirmary.
That meant that one boy and three girls were practicing archery in the training grounds.
Will snapped back into reality. He milled around, asking about people’s days, making sure they were smiling.
One of the girls who was in the infirmary walked up to Will. She smelled like lavender, her shampoo a gift for the girls from their father. Her name was Coco. Kind of ironic, as her skin was light (by Apollo standards) and her hair was blonde. Will supposed she was called Coco because her hair was dark brown; after you were claimed as an Apollo child, your hair turned blonde.
She cleared her throat, and Will nodded for a report on the infirmary patients.
“Travis seemed to have a silence curse from a Hecate kid, Clovis had 15 crayons lodged up his nose, and David (an Ares child) seemed to have lost the ability to move his right foot,” she said. He sighed. The Stoll brothers were constantly in the infirmary, whether it was from burning themselves in Arts and Crafts, or from pulling pranks.
He yawned. “Have you been able to heal them?”
“Yes. We asked Lou Ellen to help, as we’re not quite sure how to remove a silence charm or how to get 15 crayons out of someone’s nose. She’s a real life saver.”
He smiled to no-one in particular.
A boy about Nico’s age ran up to him. He was smiling mischievously. Matt.
“Have fun treating your patient today Will?” He said. This spread snickering and knowing glances from everyone else in the room.
Will rolled his eyes. Most Apollo kids were bisexual or pansexual, so nobody was uncomfortable.
“We. Are. Not. Dating.” Will said.
“Nobody said that, Will,” a girl who had been singing pointed out.
He grumbled at this. Many people laughed. Okay, Will may have had a small crush on Nico. Yeah… small.
Will raised his eyebrows at his siblings. They fell silent. Will smiled again. He cleared his throat.
“Okay, everybody. Clean your rooms, I’ll be checking them soon.”
What nobody else in camp knew was that the Apollo cabin got an extra room for each new person claimed, so they had personal space and a way to decorate without bothering anyone else.
As Will said this, one of the singers leapt up and raced to her room. She had dropped her guitar on the ground. Her name was Rachel (oh, look! It’s me!) and she was notorious for her messy room. Her and the oracle got along, but it wasn’t just because they had the same name. They would often bond over the fact that they both enjoyed painting and drawing.
Anyway, she was in her room at top speed. Will picked up her guitar and knocked on her door.
“Just a minute!” She yelled. Her original accent had begun to break through. The thing was, she was originally from England. Then, her plane crashed. Her mother was from New York, and they were visiting family. Eventually the monsters started attacking, and she arrived at camp.
Whenever she was stressed, her British accent appeared.
“You dropped your guitar,” Will said. He heard a stream of curse words, many of which he didn’t recognise, and the door opened.
“Thanks,” she said, taking the instrument from his hands. Then she grinned evilly. “How was Nico?”
Will scowled, and she burst into a fit of giggles. She closed the door.
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(A/N)
Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. I know it didn’t have much Solangelo (at all), but that will change in the future chapters. This took ages to write, but it was really fun. Expect more chapters in the future!
-Rachel, daughter of Apollo, Hufflepuff house.
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