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Will Solace, the head medic of CHB, and head counselor of the Apollo cabin.
Safe to say he had a lot on his plate, all the time. With having to be in the infirmary healing other campers, and leading his own cabin.
Being the most skilled healer at a camp where bad injuries were common, was stressful.
If someone were to die on your watch, how could you forgive yourself?
How could that person's siblings forgive you?
Would you be able to face anyone, if your sole job is to save people, and you failed?
The job definitely came with anxiety, judgment, and fear of failure.
POV Third Person:
It was Friday morning, capture the flag day.
So many campers always get hurt during capture the flag.
Will pushed his hair out of his face, and got out of bed. The clock in his cabin read 5:30, the sun was starting to rise. Soft rays of sun shone through the cabin's windows. Will got dressed, brushed his teeth, and put his shoes on. Once he was ready he opened the cabin door and walked out, shutting the door behind him. He makes his way over to the infirmary, to get everything set for the day. Sooner rather than later, it was going to get very busy, it always was on Fridays.
Will walks into the infirmary, he flicks the light switch as he walks in.
The lights flicker for a second before turning on, lighting the room up. The infirmary had a main area, a couple private rooms, a storage room, and an office.
Will heads to the storage room to grab some of the supplies he will most likely need later.
He sets everything up in the main area so that it’s easy to access. Then he heads into the office, for some time alone before he has to do anything.
Around two hours later, things start to pick up.
A couple campers come in for Will to re-bandage wounds, or to check them. Nothing too difficult or pressing.
But it wasn’t long until things got difficult.
Capture the flag started, and things were about to get messy.