A/N: Trigger warning for this chapter, unfortunately there are some mentions of self harm and that sort of thing. If that bothers you please leave.

Nico woke up for the first time in six days in his own bed. Coffin shaped and with black sheets. It was a comfort and so different from the stark white that he'd awoken to every day. He sighed happily but there was a tinge of sadness in his sigh. He was alone. No one was left in the cabin.

Hazel had left for new rome but there were still remnants of her left in the cabin. The polaroid of Frank and her on the Argo two was stuck right next to the other pictures. There was one of all of them Reyna, coach hedge and Nico included. Leo was right in the center flashing his brilliant smile. Nico's heart ached as he looked at it. It was his fault that Leo was dead. He should have done something. But he didn't.

Nico curled deeper into his sheets and stayed that way for hours thinking. Just thinking. About Leo and Hazel and Frank and Jason and Percy and Annabeth and Piper and Coach Hedge and Reyna. And Will for gods sake. He couldn't get Will out of his mind. The light was off and he grumbled at the sunlight streaking form under the door frame and the windows. He sunk deeper into despair and did something he had't done in ages. He reached under the coffin like bed feeling for the knife he kept hidden there. He pulled up the sleeve of his left hand staring at the white spider like scars. And be brought the knife down tracing a line across his wrist. He winced from the pain but he didn't care. That was what was so good about it anyway. The blood curled down his wrist and he smiled at it. He brought the knife down again unable to stop. And again. And again.

Will watched nervously at lunch hoping that Nico would show up. Missing breakfast wasn't a big deal. Over half the campers did. But no one missed lunch. He looked down nervously at his watch.

"Okay I'm going to check on Nico," Will said talking to Sarah from his cabin she nodded at him as she went to get food. Will walked down to the Hades cabin sure that Nico would be in there. He gave a knock on the door. No one answered. But he heard movement from inside. "Nico I'm coming in!" He shouted and opened the door. Nico was on his bed and he dropped something under the bed as he opened it. He had his hand behind his back and was acting really really shifty.

"Uh, Hi will." Nico said scooting further to the wall. Will closed the door and sat down on the edge of his bed.

"Show me your hand."

"No."

"Okay fine," Will said and he grabbed Nico's hand. His eyes widened as he saw the blood covering it half of old and the other half fresh and bleeding. Scars ran deep under the skin. Not fighting scars but knife scars. As though someone had run a knife across the hand. "Nico," Will whispered his voice dropping several octaves. "Don't, don't" Tears ran down Will's face as he stared at the cuts.

"I'm sorry," Nico whispered looking down at his lap ashamed.

"Don't be. It's not your fault. I mean it is sort of but not really. Just don't do that ever again," Will replied and as he spoke he took his hand and placed it on the cuts. They burned for a bit and then stopped hurting. Golden light spread out of his hands and his mouth and wrapped themselves around his hand. Will opened his mouth shocked. Nico just stared at his hands. The cuts disappeared but the scars stayed.

"Thank you," Nico whispered and he leaned into Will who just sat there shell shocked but then he realized what was happening and wrapped his arm around Nico. He leaned his chin down on the younger boy his tears spilling onto his hair. They leaned back into the bed with Nico's head resting on Will's chest and Will's arms around him. They just stayed that way. And then they fell asleep.