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Will Solace experiences death first at 10. Well, close up that is. He had been at camp about a year, and it was his first time on the field. An attack by some monsters from the forest. It was all hands on deck. Will is dragged into helping. He's told to help out with a kid who has a large gash on his stomach. Its bleeding. Its so much blood. Will is told to help stitch it up. His hands are shaking. He keeps slipping. Everyone's yelling. He can't breath. The person had been thrashing, crying in pain. They weren't any more. He still tries to keep doing the stitches. They're just unconscious, he tells himself. Passed out from pain. One of his siblings is pulling him away.
"Hey, hey bud, you did good but there's nothing more we can do, they're gone, come one, its ok," Will pushes them off, doesn't even look at who it is. He stares at the person, this person who had friends and a family and a future and they'd never live to any of that. Because of him. He hadn't been fast enough. He hadn't done the stitches well enough. There's a hand on his shoulder. Someone is talking to him. He pulls away and runs. Someone yells at him.
"Will! Where are you-" he doesn't hear it all. He's just running. Running. His legs give out at some point.
He falls to the ground, shaking. He can't break. He's not the one that died. He's the one who failed. He doesn't deserve to break. He sits there, shaking. He can't breath. He can't-
"Will! Will!" Someone's shouting for him. A few people. His body won't move. His voice won't work to respond.
"Will, holy hades there you are!" Lee. A hand is pressed against his back. It almost makes him break. But he doesn't.
"Gods you scared us kid, running off like that, almost gave me a heart attack," Michael. More people crowd him. Its suffocating. So much noise, so many people.
"I'm tired. I want to go to bed," he mutters quietly. He didn't. He was sure he wouldn't be able to sleep, but he'd take anything to get away from so many people.
"Yeah, ofcourse, let's get you cleaned up first, ok?" Lee says, pulling Will into his arms like always and walking back to the cabin. Everything had quieted down by the time they were back. Lee helped Will out of the bloody clothes, helped him wash up before bringing him to bed. He lays down with him, still holding Will.
"You did so well today little dude, you did such a great job, I'm so proud," he mumbles as Will drifts off. Will definitely doesn't feel like he did well. He's too exhausted to argue at that time
Chapter 2: Practice
Notes:
Get ready for things to start going downhill! Hope you guys enjoy!
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Will's next experience with death comes a few months later. He's 11 now. Had his birthday shortly after the first death. He had celebrated but he didn't enjoy it. All he could think about was the kid who would never celebrate another birthday all because of him.
The next one was a kid who just got to camp, their satyr had already been killed and they were barely breathing when he and Michael got to them. It was frantic, and panicked. It was just him and Michael, everyone else was too far away to get there quickly enough. Michael was mumbling a song quietly under his breath, a slight glow coming from his hands. Will was attempting to put pressure on the kids wounds. Michael stopped singing. So the kid must be more stable, right! It had to be, it had to be. He presses down harder, ignoring the blood on his hands. Ignoring whatever Michael was saying to him. He was tugged back, pulled away from the kid. He was about to fight but Michael was already talking.
"They're gone, they're gone bud. I know, I know its hard but there's nothing more we can do," he mutters, holding Will by the arms. Will wants to sob. But he doesn't. He pulls away from Michaels grip.
"I'm going for a walk," he mutters, and doesn't wait for a response before running off. No one chases him this time. He's happier for that.
He ends up going farther than last time. As far as his legs will take him. He doesn't pay attention to where he's going. When he sits down he realizes that his legs are covered in scrapes. He should clean them. He wipes his hands with some wipes he had in his pockets. He goes to grab a bandaid but hesitates. He looks back at the cuts. He grabs the little pack of bandaids in his pocket and bandages most of the cuts, but leaves one.
He stares at that one cut for a moment. If he knew how to use his powers, maybe next time the person wouldn't die. But the cut was small, not good practice. So he dug his nails into the skin, tearing at his skin until he deemed the cut bad enough. It hurt like hell, but he didn't care. Those people who died were in pain.
He placed his hands over the now bleeding cut, and started to follow what he saw Michael do. He placed one hand over the other, closed his eyes and started singing a song quietly. He pressed his hands down hard, it stung, but he felt a warmth in his hands. He was scared it wouldn't work and didn't want to open his eyes, but he was getting tired. He opened his eyes and looked down at his leg, removing his hands. The cut was gone. Not even a scab or scar. He grins. Perfect.
He returns to camp exhausted, the walk and using his powers having drained him. He skips dinner and no one questions it. Michael had probably explained what happened. He went to bed, but didn't sleep. He just stared at the ceiling all night. Every time he closes his eyes, all he can see is the blood. He swears to himself he will do everything to be sure that what happened today will not happen again.
Chapter 3: Will Solace dislocated his left arm at the shoulder
Notes:
Hi! Sorry I missed a few days, I was hit by a bus and died but I'm fine now!/j (I just got busy) Anyways, I'll try to keep up the updates either daily or every other day.
Also please let me know if you get the reference in the title, I need to find more woe.begone fans!
Alright, thats all from me, enjoy the pain!
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Will doesn't experience death for a few years. His siblings keep him away from it after his previous reactions. But he still watches the injuries, the pain campers go through. He hates it. He just wants to help but he keeps failing.
He had been helping around the infirmary still, helping with the non lethal injuries.
It was an incredibly chaotic game of capture the flag. So many people got hurt. Will was told to help a camper, a seven year old with a dislocated shoulder. It wasn't that bad. He could do this. He spoke gently to the kid as he held his arm and shoulder. The kid was crying. Will wanted to cry himself. He pushed the arm back into place and the kid nearly screamed, causing Will to wince in sympathy. He was quick to give the kid some nectar, trying to help with the pain before he was ushered off to help another camper.
Six hours. Six hours Will spent in that infirmary. The entire time his mind was stuck on that kid. But he tried to focus on his patients. It was exhausting, by the time he was able to leave his hands were shaking so horribly he could barely get his gloves off. He got out as quickly as he could, not saying a word to anyone. It was routine by now for him to dissappear for an hour or two after his shifts, so no one questioned it.
He arrived in his usual spot in the woods. The one no one would find him in. He couldn't stop thinking back to that kid. There had to be a less painful way of doing that. There *had* to be. And he'd figure out what that was.
It took him a while to figure out the right angle to do it, but, using a tree to help him, he managed to force his shoulder out of its socket. He bit down on his hand, drawing a bit of blood. It burned to hades and back but he had to. He looked at his arm, hanging awkwardly now. Now, he just had to figure out what would be the least painful way of setting it.
First, he set it normally. He needed a control. He almost gave up on the entire project from that. He hadn't had any serious injuries before, so it was worse than anything he'd felt. He could only imagine what it was like for that seven year old. Still, he had to keep going. He drank some nectar and took a minute to recover before going to try his first theory.
He once again forced his shoulder from the socket. It made a noise that almost made him gag. He grabbed the nectar, and took a drink before setting it. As he pushed his shoulder back into place he found it was just slightly less excruciating. Not by a lot, but it was noticeable.
He took another drink of nectar, and another moment to recover. It took a bit longer this time, and his vision was going a bit hazy, but he had to keep going. He needed to find the best way to do this. He stumbled back over to the tree, pressed against it and once again pushed his shoulder from the socket. This time he couldn't hold down the nausea and he vomited into the grass. It felt like his stomach was trying to purge everything. He had to lay down for about half an hour to get his stomach to settle and his vision to clear.
But he wasnt done. He had one other thing to test.
He sat up with great effort. He pressed his right hand to the dislocated shoulder, wincing slightly before starting to mumble a quiet song. He could feel the warmth spreading through his hand, dulling the sharp pain. He then grabbed his shoulder and shoved it back in place. It hurt less than both other times. That was it. That was the one. Now he'd just have to figure out how to explain how he figured it out to his siblings. But before he could do that, or even stand, his vision fogged over and he promptly passed out.
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