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Nico sat up groaning. He put a hand to his burning-hot forehead and tried to fight off a splitting headache. He glances over to the clock and realizes that he's late. He had promised Percy that he'd help him teach the younger campers sword fighting.
He swung his legs off the bed and made a feeble attempt to get up. Just as his feet brushed the floor of the cabin, Will burst through the door. "NICO DI ANGELO DON'T YOU DARE GET OFF THAT BED!"
Nico jolted back and almost hit his head on the wall. "Will what in the name of the gods are you doing?" Nico asked his boyfriend.
"You're sick, and as your boyfriend and doctor, it is my job to make sure you get better," Will declared.
"That's great, Will. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a lesson to get to," Nico said with a sigh. Will gave his boyfriend a stern look and closed the door to the cabin.
"Alright Nico, I'm going to give you two options," Will said, he pointed a stern finger at Nico, "A. You go to the infirmary where the other Apollo kids can help you or B. You stay here and I'll take care of you."
Nico gave him a frown. On one hand, if he went to the infirmary he could sneak out without Will knowing. On the other hand, the Apollo kids were very excessive with their physical contact and if someone pats him on the head again he might just explode.
"You," Nico replied simply.
Will gave him a gentle simile and sat down beside him. "Is there anything you want me to get you?" Will asked softly.
Nico flashed a mischievous smirk. "Happy meal?" he requested innocently. Will hesitated but Nico smiled and batted his eyes, "Please?"
Moments later Will found himself looking at the unmistakable yellow and red color combo that belonged to the one and only McDonald's.
With a sigh, he pushed open the glass door and stepped inside. The smell of minimum wage oil and grease hit him like a truck. Will would never understand the appeal of eating this kind of food every day.
The line inside stretched for miles. When it was finally his turn, he stepped up to the counter in front of the employee. She was looking down at her phone, her dyed hair covering her face AHEM STERIOTYPICAL EMO. He found it strange that there was only one person at the register with all these guests. She looked up at him, her face displayed obvious disgust and walked into the kitchen.
Will was so utterly confused, shocked, and slightly offended when another girl stumbled in front of the counter, holding a multitude of items. She looked disheveled but smiled at him brightly, nonetheless. "I'm so sorry about her, sir. I'll be with you in a second," she said. She disappeared into the kitchen again, scrambling to put everything down.
"So, what can I get you?" she smiled brightly. Will returns her smile and gives her his, well, Nico's order.
A few minutes later, he picks it up from the counter and heads out of the restaurant. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spots a black coat. He turns his head to get a better look, but a bus runs by and the figure is gone. Wow, how basic, Will thinks dismissively.
"Nico~~~~~" Will sings as he walks through the door of his boyfriend's cabin, "Guess what I have!"
Nico sits up quickly, stuffing something under his bed. "Is that my mcdonalds?" Nico asks. Will gives him a nod and Nico returns a smile. They sit down on the floor next to each other and Nico digs in.