Yes. You read that right. Greece has fallen...or at least the camp that has catered to Greek demigods for over three millennia has fallen. Camp Half-Blood had a traitor in their midst. A traitor with powerful allies who quickly burned the camp to the ground. Some were lost, some killed, and the rest who remained began the long trek across the country to the only place where they might be safe: Camp Jupiter.
Chiron banded what campers they had left, told them of the other camp and sent word to Camp Jupiter pleading for shelter. Chaos now threatens the camp daily with the arrival of new Greek campers to this foreign camp. This camp with strange customs and rules. While on the Roman end the Praetors are forced to hold up a balancing act of providing sanctuary while also trying to find the traitor before their home suffers the same fate as Camp Half-Blood.
New alliances are forged, new enemies are made, and these two worlds have to find some way to work together for the future of them all. Which side are you on? Which position will you take? It's time to jump in the fray because Greece has fallen.
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William watched in silence as she narrowed her eyes at him. It was a look that he was quite familiar with. That look tended to either proceed with a physical or verbal altercation. He didn't know what her power was, but judging from the hairs rising up on his arms, it was something to do with the elements. That wouldn't fair well if she indeed decided to attack him physically.
He made sure to make no sudden movements, his hand aloft over the kit that he was holding. If she did attack, it would be a coin toss to see who made a connection first. Which one of their powers would be the first to strike the other. He had a feeling that he may lose that one, but if by some miracle he was first, he knew he'd have to act quickly. He'd have to overwhelm her senses in the blink of an eye. The verbal assault he could handle, gods knew that well enough.
Thankfully, the tension seemed to ease just as quickly as it had come. The girl sighed, speaking the words out loud. He figured that she was speaking them more to herself than she was to him so he continued to let her work through whatever mental fight she was battling with herself. As she agreed to drop the attitude, William gave her a nod in acknowledgment. Good enough with him. He didn't need any apologies nor sympathetic sentiments. He had a job to do and he was fine with moving along with the task.
William carefully opened up the kit and gently took her injured hand in his. He hated that he wasn't wearing gloves. The minute his skin made contact with hers, that all too familiar sensation of a thousand bits of information flooded him. He set the kit down on the other side of himself. She gave him her name and he spoke as he observed the area, "I'm William. Who's your godly parent?" The question was slightly more to sooth his own curiosity, though it would also help with discharge information later on.
He leaned over and grabbed the small bottle of alcohol, opening it up carefully. He urged the surrounding nerves in her hand to temporarily numb. "First is a simple alcohol solution. You shouldn't feel any pain." He carefully poured the liquid over the wound. Grabbing a cotton ball next, he began drying the area. Sterilization was always step one before breaching the skin.
He set the bottle down and grabbed the pair of tweezers. They were already cleaned and ready to go, but as he moved towards the wound he knew he should probably attempt at making some sort of conversation with the girl. Bedside manner never came easy to him, but he also knew that most people enjoyed talking about themselves when given the chance. "Is this part of some sort of training?" The question came out level. The boy not honestly knowing nor truthfully caring about what the other campers spent their time doing these days.
The girl who stood in front of William seemed to be in her own head, not blathering on and on about her predicament which was just fine by him. That was a trait that the Romans had gotten right. The urge to go on and explain why one did something was a point of weakness in the Greek camp. He couldn't care less about the reason. What did that have to do with him? He never could understand it. But at least his current patient was of the same mind, which would at least make this interaction less painful than it had to be.
The girl rolled her eyes at his question as she moved to him and William paused. An annoying feeling passed over him. It wasn't as if he particularly hoped that this girl would allow him the opportunity to fix her. He didn't care either way, he could ignore the red flags that almost begged him to help her. If she thought she was doing him any favors by interacting with him then she had another thing coming to her. "Do you want the help or not? I can just as well leave you to your infection if you don't want to drop the attitude." The words came out level. There were no hurt feelings, just annoyance that rang clear as day. He crossed his arms waiting on her to either decide to apologize or tell him off.
She mentioned it was a normal tree and he supposed that would make the job more easier if he indeed decided to pursue helping her. He could sense the irritation in her. Heck, half of camp could probably feel the heat that was radiating off of this girl, but he wouldn't put up with a crappy attitude directed at him for no reason. It wasn't like he particularly enjoyed helping people who behaved rudely. He could just as well go and let her stew in her anger by herself. He had plenty of reading to do. Plenty of things to keep him busy around his barrack. He could ignore the stupid feeling in his chest that told him she needed help.
Like hitting the restart button on a computer, that small act of thumping his best friend in the forehead seemed to reset his train of thought. His friend's concern moving from his plan of evasion back to himself. Which, to be fair, did tend to be Isaak's factory setting. If William hadn't known Isaak so well, he would have worried that he had hit the other one too hard. Isaak was taking precious time rubbing the small area, his eyes narrowed at William. Unfortunately for the other though, William was well accustomed to his friend's dramatic antics. William could only offer up a ghost of a smile in return to the death glares.
Isaak spoke up then, his words causing a small chuckle out of William's lips. "That's what you said about those dogs that were behind the fence that we jumped over in high school." And they had very much not been more scared of the two of them. The two boys hadn't had much of a choice in the matter at the time. They had needed a quick escape and the fence with large dogs had been their only option but the words hadn't been true then and he suspected they weren't true now. At least not entirely. There were plenty of other kids from Apollo with similar gifts who had their rears handed to them on a weekly basis. Sure, his gifts gave him an advantage, but he would never assume that they gave him invincibility.
Their small moment of vulnerability had come and passed by without too much pain, a fact to which William was thankful. He wasn't good with emotions. He had been told on numerous occasions that his face looked lifeless and constantly bored among the people that he was around. A fact that hadn't bothered him. Yet, with Isaak, small moments like this came and went as naturally as breathing to the son of Apollo. They had never had to make a big deal of things before and he was thankful that they still hadn't changed. He didn't want to think about the alternative where his friend would suddenly demand him to talk more or ask more questions or droll on and on like the others around him did.
As he sat back, watching Isaak carefully, the other boy commented about his forehead hurting and William laughed. "I think you'll be fine." William pulled the gloves off of his hands, tossing them into the receptacle and washing up. He carefully washed them before grabbing a paper towel and drying off, turning back to the other boy. "I think your ego is bruised, maybe even more than your pride. Which is probably healthy, at least in your case." He still had a smile on his lips, albeit a small one, as he turned and regarded the other for another moment.
He looked healthy enough, and certainly well within the Roman standards of health to which William was still getting used to. When he had first arrived in the Greek camp he had marveled at their level of pain tolerance, at the sheer will they had to continue fighting despite their damages. The Romans had blown all of that out of the water. The Greeks were impressive, but the Romans were marvels. Not that he would ever tell a single one of them that fact. "Come on. I'll walk you back to your bunk." A small joke coming out of his lips as he began to walk towards the door.
William watched the other boy preen and gawk at himself in the small mirror. He had never, to his knowledge, ever been that absorbed by his own appearance. Occasionally he would be asked to comb his hair neater or dress nicer, but that was as far as things went. He quite literally could not care any less about his looks beyond a general tidy appearance. His internal thoughts moved from his grooming habits back to Isaak as the other boy seemed to rebuff his attempt at a prank. That made something like Isaak: five, William: two-hundred and seventy three. If anyone was counting.
The other boy was still distracted by his looks as William made his way over, supplies in his hand. As he began to speak, a small grin came across William's lips. He had never in his life met anyone like the son of Mercury. He had just taken a beating that left his nose broken and skin split open. Yet, the confidence and bravado was clear in his voice. As if losing the match to the son of Ares had all been a part of his grand master plan. Perhaps it was, William could never tell.
The grin wavered between staying as is and breaking out into a full smile as Isaak let him in on his plan, hinging on none other than himself being there. Along with his plan however, he continued on, accusing William of not being there for him that evening. William's face scrunched in irritation for just a moment. Without missing a beat, William thumped the other boy, right smack middle of his forehead with his finger. "I saved your rear end tonight." Holding one finger up to make a point before dropping it as he met the other boy's eyes. "What happens to your plan if I'm busy? Or perhaps knocked out? You know I have to sleep in the same barrack hall as they do right?" He wasn't truly worried, nor honestly cared about possible retaliation. He had been picked on only a handful of times in his entire life. His height had been his saving grace before he had learned to use his powers. Once he learned what he could do, people tended to give him a wide berth. You couldn't attack someone if you couldn't stand straight, nor upright, nor a whole host of other maladies that he had learned how to wield to his and Isaak's defenses.
William had carefully taken his friends hand, pouring the alcohol slowly over the wounded area. He had gauze applied carefully to catch the run-off under the boy's palm. As the liquid came out, Isaak's eyes flashed to his and William looked up with a start, thinking that he hadn't done a good enough job numbing the nerves. That worry disappeared just as fast as it had come though as he realized the other boy was reacting not to the germicide but to his question. His friend uttered out a one word reply and William had been just fine with that. He kept his eyes trained on the wound though as Isaak elaborated. William began dabbing the area clean and dry with a cotton ball. "I thought so. I would have told you too, for what it's worth." The words were casual. He hadn't meant to make either of them uncomfortable. It had just been a case of his curiosity getting the better of him. He moved from the other, throwing away all of the used supplies.
William then got a tube out of one of the drawer, squeezing a dollop of cream onto a q-tip before moving back to the other boy. "Simple Neosporin." Not that the other would have asked or cared. He carefully moved to Isaak's hand again and dabbed the wounded area, still willing the nerves. "How's your head feeling? Do you have any lingering pain?" He was happy with the way Isaak's wounds looked. They weren't terribly deep and if he had to guess, they'd be gone within the next 48 hours. After applying the cream, he tossed the q-tip away, opening the drawer in the middle and grabbing a band-aid out.
William moved over to the other boy, opening it up and sticking the bright pink, Hello Kitty branded band-aid onto the other's wound. A small grin was on his face. "Good as new."
William did not argue further with the girl. Could he have? Of course. He had volumes in his neatly organized mind against the ideals that she was bringing up, but he had other things that were needing his attention. Namely, the demigod in front of him who wouldn't shut up. William had been concentrating on Isaak's pupils as the boy stuck a finger in front of his face. William waved it off as the girl replied about marriage. As if Isaak would ever be emotionally mature enough to bind his life to another human being. There was a higher chance of finding a vacation resort in the underworld. Knowing that the other boy would most assuredly not shut up until the matter in his one-track mind was resolved, William replied. "You're not well connected nor do you have a large enough dowry for an arranged marriage. I think you're safe."
The boy was slipping rather quickly downhill, insinuating that the blonde across from him was a goat. William was moving quickly, but unfortunately Isaak's mouth was just as fast. He didn't glance in her direction as he spoke, he couldn't afford to take his eyes off of the other boy. "Everyone calm down." The words coming out soft and level. There was a slight feeling of agitation under his skin. If the girl did not calm down or if Isaak continued his incoherent rambling, he would have no way to end the fighting. Normally he could make them fall asleep or perhaps get a rush of serotonin, but with their injuries he didn't want to risk it.
He had extended the ambrosia to Isaak, who took the square out of his hand oddly enough like the very animal that he had called the girl. With a small shake of his head, he focused his attention to her. He listened silently, thanking the gods in Olympus that she was able to relate what had happened to her coherently, giving him only what was medically necessary. There was no drivel about winning this or what her favorite event had been. There was no 'well' or 'maybe' it was precise and direct. Exactly the way William preferred. She had even admonished herself for fighting in both competitions which was another bonus that he hadn't had to do himself.
He nodded after she asked him a question. "I do. It's not as bad as a contusion, it's fairly minor in the scope of head injuries to begin with and yours isn't as bad as the dolt over there, but it does need fixing." He turned back to the tray and grabbed the small vial of nectar, twisting the sealed cap off. William moved back over to her and handed it out. "With the overall scope of your injuries I'm going to approve the nectar but consider yourself out of the competition." He waited until she took the vial and drank it before he closed his eyes, focusing on her internal structure.
It was much of the same with Isaak, only in a smaller need. He reduced the swelling, numbed the pain nerves, and willed her blood to accept more oxygen. Opening his eyes he caught the last part of a comment about pegasi, not commenting further. "I want you both to stay for fifteen minutes to make sure the swelling on your brains goes down." He grabbed a rolling chair and set it between the two, facing both so he could keep an eye on them. "Can you both behave or do I need to split you up?" He silently added babysitting duty to the list of atrocities this camp had thrown at him.
William crossed his arms across his chest as he waited for her to make up her mind. If he had a choice on the matter, he would have much preferred sending her off to another healer, but he had already done that once today. He didn't want anyone thinking he was trying to skip out on his duties. He had a job to do and he would do it. Period. His personal opinions didn't matter and they didn't have a place in the OR. Technically the room he was working in was about as far from an OR as one could have, but the more he called it that, the better it made all of this feel. He could pretend he was a normal guy working on normal people. Not a godly-gifted being working on other godly-gifted children.
The girl bit out a reply, informing him that the sooner he could get on with it, the sooner they'd be rid of each other. He almost made her promise it, but decided that would just be a waste of time. He kept the gloves on, he'd still be able to read her with them on and at least they'd off a small buffer between her skin and his. William closed his eyes, hand touching her arm. Her blood pressure was elevated, her cortisol and testosterone levels were also elevated which accounted for the anger. There was swelling in the brain, but it was minimal. William willed the nerves to accept more oxygen, the inflammation to go down. One small push to deaden the nerves that were causing the pain in her head.
He pulled his hand away from her. "You have a concussion. I willed the inflammation to go down but it'd be smart to rest for the next few days. If you begin to feel dizzy or if your headache returns come to the medic tent immediately." William tugged the gloves off, throwing them in the trash bin before moving over to the sink and washing his hands thoroughly. Once he grabbed a towel he turned to face the girl. "Do you need anything else?"
William had apparently said something offensive if the glare that he was receiving from the female demigod was any indication. He had long ago become immune to such minor things though. His best friend made a game out of coming up with creative ways to show his irritation. A glare was more welcomed than a hug would ever be, at least to him anyway. She merely shook her head at his question which was just fine by him. The only thing better than no contact was no speaking. Though that might require him to get creative with the way he needed to phrase things.
William tried to have patience as she bit out the words. A little bit was better than the vague response that he had gotten before. If it had been a passing wave of dizziness he felt more confident that it was not something that needed immediate action like a contusion. If she had a contusion the dizziness would have remained, coupled with a host of other ailments. He nodded, his mind going through all possible outcomes. He was afraid that his original estimation was correct that he, indeed, would have to touch her. There didn't seem to be another way around it. As much as neither of them seemed to be keen on the idea.
The girl was absolutely no help and for some reason she seemed to be growing more and more irritated by the second. He had thought he was being perfectly reasonable, but he supposed he never realized how sensitive Romans could be. For all of their talk about being warriors, it seemed ridiculous to him that a few sentences could have one struggling to keep their composure. Perhaps they needed counseling. A medical tool that he, in no way, could help with. "Alright. Here’s the plan. I think you have a concussion and possibly a bruised rib. I need to physically touch you before I can be certain. Do you have an issue with that?" If she did he was more than happy to point her towards someone else. He took off one his gloves in preparation. The feeling that he in no way wanted to do this clear on his face.
Isaak began relaying recipes and William wondered just what he had done to deserve such punishment. He clearly either was a horribly terrible person in a past life or had the most remarkable case of bad luck known to man. Perhaps he had died and this was some sort of eternal punishment. He would forever chase after his friend who gave as little regard to his physical person as one did to a piece of disposable utensils.
The female replied back to his comment and William shook his head, "I'm from your camp and I assure you, we do not need a boost and certainly none that require human sacrifices." Thinking a bit on her words, he did not agree that it was not fair. It clearly was fair. The issue was that they were playing a fair game in which one opponent simply had years to practice while the other a mere day. "Most of them have been training since they were children, what did you honestly think was going to happen?"
William leaned over his friend and carefully touched his hand to the side of the other demigod's head. Just in time for his charming friend to attempt to flip him off. William knew, at that moment, that he was certainly in some sort of Hades. Sure Sisyphus had to perform the same task over and over for all of eternity, but his rock wasn't a whiny demigod intent on self-destruction with a terrible vocabulary was it?
William ignored the two bludgeoned commentators as he put his hands on Isaak. There was swelling. Without letting any more time go by, William jumped into action quickly. Closing his eyes, he murmured a prayer to his father, forcing and willing the oxygen to seep into Isaak's blood, the swelling to go down, reducing pressure on his brain. It didn't take long, perhaps a mere 70 seconds but the moment William removed his hand from the other boy's head he felt the effects.
William swayed, gripping the side of Isaak's bed to keep himself vertical as he pulled a ziplock out of his pocket. Taking out the ambrosia and breaking it in half, popping one in his mouth, he held the other out to Isaak, "Eat this." No sooner had he taken just a few moments to collect his thoughts and energy, Isaak had leaned over, intent on touching the other camper. "No. no. no. Hands to yourself mate." He moved Isaak's hand and placed it back on his bed, where he prayed it would remain as he turned to her.
She mentioned that she didn't liked being touched and had he not been so tired he might have given a sacrifice to his father right then and there. William took a steady breath, trying to ignore Isaak as he put his attention to her. The ambrosia was working wonders, already he felt his strength returning. He'd have to be careful for the rest of the day though.
He pulled the penlight out of his pocket and leaned forward though not actually in her personal space. "I'm going to shine this light in your eyes alright? It's going to help with my diagnosis." He didn't wait for permission. It had to be done whether she wanted it or not. However he was taking more care than he had showed Isaak earlier. He wished Isaak had more reservations about being touched, it would have saved him countless headaches. Her pupils didn't perform the way that he would have liked and he sighed, "Did you lose consciousness at all? Feel dizzy or have trouble standing?"
William raised a singular eyebrow as she told him that he wouldn't understand. He thought that he had made his case abundantly clear that he did understand. He had understood it wholly and deemed it idiotic. "I understand your motives but they are just as idiotic as the event itself. Don't insult my intelligence because you feel the need to bash your head against the ground in the name of fun." He clicked the pen light off and stuck it inside of his jacket pocket.
He crossed his arms and tried ignoring the girl herself and instead focused on the injuries inside of her that were lurking inside, right between her ears. There were minimal signs of a contusion. More that pointed to a concussion. Unfortunately, a contusion was one of those things that needed immediate and exact healing. He forced himself to focus back to her and the words that were coming out of her mouth. The minute she began speaking though a line of irritation creased between his brows. "What do you mean maybe? Were you dizzy or not? Are you dizzy now? Did you walk here yourself or were you carried in?" He sighed in irritation. He'd have to physically touch her. She wasn't sound enough of mind to give him clear information. He couldn't rely on her account and he couldn't rule out the possibility of the contusion without physically touching her. A part of the job that he downright loathed.
He had just made peace with that little nugget of information, narrowing down her issues to her brain as she mentioned her ribs and a headache. A headache he presumed, that would match perfectly in line with knocking her head around no matter what her injuries were. Her ribs though? He blinked rapidly, a huff of irritation escaping his lips before looking at her sternly. "Your ribs? Is there anything else you'd like to mention? Bleeding from your ears perhaps? Blindness maybe?"
He knew the Romans could be stubborn and perhaps a little dim-witted when it came to things like this, but the ribs were a part of the human anatomy that was dammingly crucial. He pursed his lips, forcing himself to speak so that he could do what he was required to do. "Does it hurt when you breathe? Do you have pain radiating from a particular area in your ribs? Is that area sensitive to touch? Can you possibly think of any other crucial piece of medical information you would like to relay to me, your healer, before I begin altering your body from the inside out?"
William noted Isaak's widened eyes, a thought bubbling up curiously as he placed his hands on either side of the other boy. He didn't know how in the hades Isaak had managed to survive a magical wolf if the rather small process of correcting a broken nose made him fearful. William did not wait. William did not pause. And yes, he was absolutely certain that this was what he needed to do. One slip of his hand, bone meeting bone correctly, and it was all over and done with. As easy as a walk in the park, at least on his side of the action.
As the other immediately began fussing and cursing, William shook his head. "I don't know what you have to be complaining about. I'm the one who did the hard work. You only had to sit there." William held out the ice and watched as Isaak carefully laid it against the mended area. If looks could kill, William would be dead on the floor. The other boy glaring at him over the bag of ice as if he had been the one who had caused all of this. The glare was met with a pleased smirk. "Would you like me to make the glare a more permanent feature? I'm sure the ladies would love that." He held his hand aloft with a smirk, not sure if he could get Isaak to fall for it or not. He was not a child of Aphrodite nor Hermes. He couldn't hex the boy or arrange his self-proclaimed pretty features. Still, he had convinced him of the ruler so it was worth a shot.
Isaak's attention was drawn to himself and William sat back patiently watching the other. Had it been anyone else, he would have marched right out the doors and headed to the baths to take a hot shower. Instead he simply leaned against the counter opposite of the Roman boy, hands in his pocket. Isaak commented on his work and he shrugged, "I've had a lot of practice."
William waited until Isaak calmed down. It wouldn't do to continue to work on him while he was distracted by his face. Finally, after the other settled, he moved over to the sink and washed his hands, getting a pair of gloves out of the bin on the wall and putting them on. He knew the other boy didn't have anything that he needed to worry about catching but it was a habit that he didn’t want to break. He walked back over and popped the top off of the bottle of alcohol, opening up the bandages and suture packets. "So, do you have a plan in mind for when those Ares campers decide to get revenge?" Because it was certainly coming.
William hadn't been in camp very long, but he knew which cabins were best to avoid. That particular cabin was number one on the list. Zeus and the other big three were impressive and could certainly cause damage, but the Mars cabin didn't have the clout. They were all walking around with chips on their shoulders, dying to prove themselves to one another. He grabbed Isaak's dominant hand gently, willing the nerves to numb as he poured alcohol carefully over the wound. "Did you know, when we were growing up, that you were a demigod?" His eyes remained on the other boy's hand and cleaning the wounds.
The girl murmured that she wouldn't call it idiotic and he frowned, chin tilted slightly to the side. His voice was level, utterly indifferent though clearly not buying her suggestion. "Then what would you call subjecting your most vital organ to blunt force trauma in the name of a game for?" He knew the Romans viewed things like this much more differently than the campers of Camp Half-Blood did. Even still, he didn't think she had a leg to stand on in protest of his definition.
He clicked the pen on and shined it in her eyes, his eyes focusing intently on her pupils. One performed perfectly, decreasing instantly. The other did as well, just not to the size that the first had done. Just to be safe he shined it again, noting the same outcome. William grabbed a pair of gloves from the container to his right and put them on. It wasn't exactly necessary, but it was a habit he didn't like breaking. He liked to imagine that one day, when he left, he'd be thankful he hadn't broken that little habit.
The girl said she had done chariot racing and he replied back, "At any point did you lose consciousness? Feel lightheaded or dizzy?" The girl moved her hands through her hair and William noted the cuts and bruises. They would heal, there was nothing that made him pause for concern. He didn't detect any immediate signs of inflammation or infection screaming at him. There was nothing that seemed to be oozing blood which was always a good sign. It looked like she might only need internal fixing which was just fine by him. Her answers would depend on how he would need to proceed of course though. "Where exactly are you in pain?"
William found that the more bodies he mended, the worse off his mood became. He supposed it was partly due to the fact that the more he used his gifts, the more tired he became. The more tired he became, the more irritated he became. That coupled with the fact that he felt this whole event was a farce added up to one irritable demigod. Though, if he was being honest, his mood rarely ticked above general indifference to begin with.
He fixed up a girl with a bleeding wound and passed on a boy who had a broken collar bone. Bones were not his specialty and never had been. Even while he was blissfully living in the mortal world and studying to be a doctor he had been drawn to internal medicine. He liked studying nerves and all of the connected systems in the human body. There was nothing appealing about a broken bone.
He then worked on a Greek camper who would not shut up. William had tried simply ignoring the girl as she blathered on and on about how well she had fought. As she continued to ask him questions he finally got fed up with the pestering and told her that she had the choice to either stop talking or find a new healer. She had chosen to find another healer which had been just fine with him.
The brunette boy grabbed a water, taking two minutes to himself. He opened the granola bar that he had stuffed in his pocket on the way to the infirmary. It would have to do for lunch. As long as the dolts out there continued to massacre one another, he would be in for a long day. He finished it up and drank another sip of the water before going back out to where the injured were. He was pointed to a dark haired girl and he walked over. "What idiotic event did you partake in?" He asked with an heir of boredom. Taking out the penlight that he now carried in his pocket he clicked it on, one hand moving to hold her chin still while the other shined the light in her eyes.
William had voiced his opinions quite openly about how idiotic of an idea this was. Demigods were already prone to injury and outbursts of anger. Throwing a whole competition based around the ideals of honor and glory was like dousing dynamite with gasoline. Utterly oversufficient and pointless. He had been tasked with the lovely job of fixing the fools who had injured themselves that morning and had made an honest plan to leave camp for the day. He had gotten all the way through the tunnel when the feeling of dread hit him. A feeling that pulled at every sense of his being. He could feel the pain receptors firing off, feel the nerves and sheer damage calling out to him, demanding that he fix it. The boy clenched his fist intent on ignoring it.
Then almost something like a second sense crept over the back of his neck. Isaak. Of course the dolt would have subjected his body to something this archaic and senseless. With a begrudging sigh he made his way back to camp, walking right into the Medic tent. There was a frown on his face as he was instructed that he had two demigods waiting on a healer. The place was filling up fast with broken bodies. He had no pity for them. They had done this to themselves. They were blessed with immense power and gifts and what did they all choose to do? Break one another. It was senseless.
William had collected a few things on a silver tray that he had assumed he would need. A few tools, bandages, ambrosia, cleaning solution and gloves among others. His eyes had been cast down, looking over the tools as he walked to the two beds, his eyes looking up and noting a very bloodied Isaak laying opposite of a slightly less damaged blonde girl. Without a word William walked back out, the way he had come. No. He wouldn’t do it. He had just mended his friend's broken face a mere two days ago and the fool had gotten it shattered again. Between that and the blonde who looked like she was going to kill Isaak herself, he wanted no part in it.
Three steps away however and his blood demanded he turn back. William sighed in irritation. All but stalking back to where the two sat. He looked between them, assessing the damage. Isaak was clearly worse for the wear but he was almost certain they both had concussions. William set the tray down on the table between the two beds and turned to Isaak first, his face filled with contempt and irritation. "I'm going to let you both in on a little secret: those feelings of pride and glory that you let your faces get beaten in for are nothing but endorphins, dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin." He grabbed a pen light, moving to Isaak, "They are nothing more than a slight increase in the chemicals that your brain is already making." William gently held Isaak's face still before shining a light in his eyes to check for dilation. "Glory will not fill that hole in your personalities that demands adoration."
William was quite comfortable watching the offended look of indignation come across his friend's face. The other boy didn't take a whole lot of things seriously, but his game was one of them. A term that William was embarrassed to have even admitted to knowing. Life had so many other things to concern oneself about. It seemed pointless to care about something as trivial as the admiration of others. "Is that the goal? To see how many hearts you can break. That seems a little callous, even for you." He personally didn't care either way. He was wholly indifferent to the matter of who and how many beings his friend dated. Curiosity had simply gotten the better of him. The small desire to understand the root of who the other boy was. Like a small part of a puzzle that he had realized was missing.
At the mention of the ruler incident, William's face gave way to a rare grin bordering on the edge of a smile. That had been a great day. He hadn't truly thought that the boy would listen to him, but he had. The ruler had of course smacked him squarely in the face and William had to clutch his sides from laughing so hard at the shock and rage that Isaak had that day. "It's not a trick. If I was trying to trick you I would have suggested actually going with the Owen Wilson look. You could never pull off that much blonde."
Isaak had all but mentally melted under the pressure of locating ice in Camp Jupiter and William pinched the bridge of his nose to alleviate the tension that was building. In all of the humans in all of the planet in all of the cosmos, why this one had been chosen to be his best friend he had no idea. Couldn't fathom it. They were utterly and completely unlike one another yet he knew he'd die before letting harm come to the other boy. At least in the permanent sense of the word.
Isaak gave him the middle finger and William had the ghost of a grin on his face as he began pulling the other along. Isaak hadn't commented further which William knew was a bad sign. He tried not to let himself get too offended. As if he couldn't fix a simple break. The walk was short and they thankfully hadn't passed anyone before slipping in the building. He passed right along the hallway, towards the back. He didn't stop to say hello nor let anyone know why he was there. He figured if they tried to stop him they'd have to fight Isaak first. Plus he was fixing one of their own so really all he would accept from any of them would be a thank-you. He opened the door to one of the last rooms, pointing wordlessly at the infirmary bed that was in the middle of the room.
He left Isaak for a moment, walking from the room to an adjacent one that contained bandages, medicines and herbs, and of course: ice. He put some in a zippered bag, grabbing a towel and wrapping the bag of ice in it. William grabbed a pack of bandages, cleaning solution, and butterfly sutures before soundlessly going back to where Isaak was waiting.
He set the supplies down next to the other boy and stood in front of him. William gently put his hands into position on either side of Isaak's nose. "Take a deep breath in. Exhale deeply on my count beginning on one. One. Two." William quickly popped the broken nose back into place, stepping back slightly so he could grab the ice pack, holding it out to Isaak. He reached over and then with the other hand, took a small mirror down that had been on the wall. He held it up, a self-assured look on his face "Good as new."
An amused grin came to William's lips as Isaak objected to knowing that the girl had a boyfriend. Although he was keen to believe the boy, at least in this one instance, that had never stopped him before. The other boy seemed to have a weakness for females that bordered on histrionic personality disorder. "Do you really think it's wise, in general, to be flirting with any Greek girls right now?" He raised an eyebrow in a prove-me-wrong way before his head tilted to the side, the ghost of an amused smile on his lips before retorting, "How does that work by the way? Heard your bed burned to the ground, want to share mine?" He couldn't imagine what Isaak could say to get girls from an enemy camp to give him the time of day, but flirting had never been William's strong suit. Actually, talking in general wasn't anything he scored favorably in.
William's face showed pure boredom as his friend lamented over the sheer possibility of a scar. As if that was the most important thing in the world. He didn't rebuke him though, he had known his friend well enough by now to know how important looks were to him. His looks had gotten them both out of tight situations, most that he himself had put them in, but nevertheless it had gotten them out as much as it had gotten them in. His looks were as ingrained into his identity more than some kid's family lineage was into theirs. William suspected it had something to do with his childhood, but hadn't deemed it important enough to ask. "They won't scar, we just need to get some ice on them. Apply plenty of sunscreen, multiple times a day. There shouldn't be scarring."
William looked around for some sort of back entrance to the Mess Hall. Perhaps a side door where they could sneak in and get some ice without dealing with the campers inside the main dining area. His knowledge of the layout for this new camp was still gapped but he was certain there were no ice machines marked on the welcome pamphlets. "Where can we find some ice?" The question was out of his mouth and he knew his friend would likely have a sarcastic comment on the tip of his tongue for it. William could only hope that Isaak would remember this was for his face and keep the comments to a minimum.
As William had leaned against the wall, the tone of his words coming out unhurried, Isaak quickly had done the math. He grabbed William by the shoulder and had it been anyone else who had done it, William would have immediately made them regret the action. As Isaak began to wail about his misfortunes in life, the barest edge of William's lips ticked upward in a hint of smirk.
As his friend bemoaned the whole situation, asking if he'd ever be pretty again William shrugged, "I suppose beauty is in the eye of the beholder isn't it?" He tapped his fingers on his chin in thought before shrugging, "At least you have your award-winning personality right?" He couldn't help the smirking grin that came across his face. Isaak did sometimes make it too easy, especially in situations like the one that they were in. Which happened more than he'd like to admit.
Deciding he had tortured his friend long enough William shook his head, "I don't think they do, but lucky enough for you, you won't have to find out." He moved to gently touch the surrounding area, ensuring that he couldn't do anything with his powers from the inside. He wasn't great at external injuries and couldn't make the bone do anything mystically. He'd have to set it the old-fashioned way. Thankfully he could then use his gifts to mend the cartilage and membranes, as well as numb the nerves after the setting. He put his hands down at his side, back into his pockets before speaking, "Forget the ice in the Mess Hall. Let's go to the Infirmary. It'll have what I need there and with any luck no one will be around to hear you crying."
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