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“Try not to move.”

Nico bolts upright, immediately regretting that decision when he feels something rip apart in the vicinity of his right shoulder — the agonising pain forcing him to black out for a couple of seconds, before he’s greeted with the sight of a very disgruntled-looking Will Solace.

“What did I just say?” Although Will’s tone is pointed, his hands gently guide Nico back to the makeshift bed beside the battleground, putting pressure on the now-bleeding wound that Nico swears is throbbing. Either that or his head hurts bad.

He swears in a mixture of Italian and English under his breath.

Both, as he guessed. Both is so not good.

Will’s still speaking somewhere above him, trying to take off the bandages covering Nico’s shoulder and fuck.

Nico gasps, involuntarily reaching out to Will’s arm and grasping it, trying to push it away.

“Hey, Neeks, breathe for me, okay?” Will turns towards him and strokes his cheek, and for a moment, Nico believes everything will be alright. “Your stitches have torn and I can’t give you anesthetic, so we’re gonna have to do it the old-fashioned way.”

Nico nods, clenching his jaw in preparation. Pressing his forehead against Will’s chest, he breathes a soft “You can start.”

He trusts Will, even though he can feel the medic’s hands slightly shaking against the wound.

It’s gonna be okay. He knows it.