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Nico, as per usual, was waiting in the infirmary for his boyfriend to finish his work. Tonight was different, Will was doing a surgery. “A seventeen-year-old doing a surgery, what could go fucking wrong?” he thought. Recently, because of demi-god reasons, Apollo decided it would be a good idea to put his very own son through what he called “mini medical school.” In reality, it was putting mostly Will and some of his siblings in idiotic situations, but that is just how gods work. Back to the present, Nico is on the verge of falling asleep in HIS designated chair, the death chair, as some call it. Right before he nods off, Nico hears rustling and a sink going off.
Will pops his head out, and the two lock eyes for just a moment, nodding at each other in recognition. Will shouts from behind the door to make sure Nico hears him as he freshens up. “You know, Apollo may be the god of health or whatever, but definitely not sanitation. I mean, it was my idea for sterile zones and scrubs and all that.” Nico chuckles at the statement. Why does Will have more knowledge than the god of fucking healing and the sun? He does not doubt his boyfriend’s ability to be a good doctor, not for one second, but it astounds him how Apollo has only gotten the idea of sanitation after becoming a mortal himself. Creeping away from that thought of line, he sees Will enter the main infirmary area.
To Nico, Will looks ethereal with his hair wet. Golden locks with glistening tanned skin, it's more of a farmer's tan than anything, but still, Nico is drawn in. On the flip side, Will thinks his boyfriend looks like an adorable puppy, well, a brooding, adorable puppy. Nico looks a little disheveled as he senses the impatience his boyfriend was building up while in there. Interrupting the two seconds of glory each other gave, a large rumble was heard from one or both of them. (No one knows)
“Have you eaten dinner yet?” Nico asked concerningly. Will furrowed a brow and, in retort, asked, “Have YOU eaten dinner yet?” Nico looks at the clock on the wall and sighs. No one noticed the time, 2:14 AM. Neither of them has eaten, and it was too late to even consider getting food besides snacks at camp. Besides that, everyone else was either asleep or away from camp; it was a weekday, so it was understandable. Nico was used to skipping meals, which Will hated, while the other was actually getting quite distraught at his own hunger. Will let out a sigh, “Fuck what to do, if only we had the modern convenience of a 7/11 in this place.” And with that, a lightbulb went off in his head. Percy Jackson was always one to break rules and delve into some antics, and Nico would sometimes begrudgingly join (Mostly because Percy and Hazel would beg him to no end). One of those antics was Nico’s introduction to modern fast food. “Hey Will?” Nico grabbed his beloved’s attention with a small voice, and Will raised one brow because Nico would never use his, as the Hermes kids would call it, uwu voice unless it was some egregious idea. “What is it, my loveable ball of darkness?” Quickly, Nico perks up and says, “Let's go get some chicken nuggets.” Will, being somewhat rational, is about to ask Nico how in the world they would do that, and, like Nico was able to read his mind, he answers his questions. “Let's shadow travel to the McDonald’s Percy and Hazel took me to for my first bite of fast food.” Now, being a medic and a future doctor, Will is hesitant about fast food. Clogged arteries, high cholesterol, but he's hungry. Will just removed some kids' appendix, and he's hungry. “Fine, let's go, hopefully no one notices we’re gone.”
And just like that, they pop out of the bathroom of the nearest McDonald’s. “Thank the gods this place is open 24/7, but most importantly, I'm surprised you want to eat.” It’s true, Will knew Nico would skip meals often because of one reason or another. Before, it was an eating disorder, and now it was just Nico not being used to eating all the time, but it was a nice surprise. Nico eyes him with a somewhat intimidating look, “Anything for chicken nuggets?” Will raises his hands and just says he's noted that now. They walk up to the counter and greet the waiter, and to Will’s surprise, Nico blurts out his order like a robot. “One 6-piece McNuggets, medium fries, and a large mocha black coffee…. please. Oh, and uhhh, BBQ sauce.” Will is still thinking about his own order, but by the looks of it, this is Nico’s regular, which is now noted in the My Boyfriend’s Lovely Personality Traits of his brain. Will ponders for just another moment and comes up with his own order. “A quarter-pounder with cheese, medium fries, and a large mocha frappe, thank you!!” Nico immediately pulled his card out when he had the chance. Hades, for some reason, had gotten him an American Express Centurion Card, but no one was complaining. And so they waited, got their food, and shadow-traveled back to the infirmary.
With the first bite Will melted, “To the gods my texas ass needed this.” Nico nodded in silent agreement. Will looked at Nico, thinking to himself that his boyfriend saw this as somewhat of a luxury, easy, warm, accessible food. It was kind of cute, actually. Will was used to the taste of fast food, but after surgery, who wouldn’t indulge in something easy to consume and eat? But something didn’t escape Will, “Nico, how are you going to fucking sleep with that coffee?” Nico, with his mouth still filled, was fast to retort, “How are you talking with that sugary frappe?!” The two bickered as Will reasoned he needed it after his third-ever appendectomy. For some reason, demi-god kids were now susceptible to appendicitis, but no one questions it. Nico, on the other hand, points out that he needs the coffee to stay up after waiting hours for Will to finish his work. The cacodemons also made their way into the infirmary and were now begging for fries. “They’re like dogs,” Will thought. Nico was trying to shoo them awa,y and Will just laughed at it. Not knowing how loud they were, they seemed to ruffle some feathers, and a figure walked into the room unnoticed.
“What in the world are you two doing this late at night?” Will jumped and Nico just looked over, undisturbed, it was Dionysus, and boy did he look tired. The two were somewhat worried they would be punished for going off grounds for some “mortal pleasures,” but Nico is on the defensive. “Will just saved a camper from a ruptured pancreas, and I thought he needed a reward,” he says proudly. Will puts his hand on Nico's shoulder, sighing. “Hone,y it’s an appendix, and it's in that jar of formalin now.” “We’ll be quiet, Mr. D, just leave us alone,” Nico says with a sigh. “No, no, no, you guys woke me up, and you must pay the price.” Will looked terrified and whispered to Nico, “Babe, we are so screwed, we should shadow travel to your cabin.” But his boyfriend seemed to have something up his sleeve. “If you leave us alone, we’ll go back to my cabin, and for not telling Chiron, I'll give you some fries. The trick is they are McDonald’s fries.” Dionysus, being the god of wine and all, knows the value of McD’s fries after one too many glasses of wine and begrudgingly accepts. “Fine, but you two need to be less loud and less lovely, it's kind of gross.” Will sighs in both relief and embarrassment and gives Mr. D half of his fries, and with that, the director leaves.
Nico and Will, both satisfied with their post-op meals, walk back to cabin 13 together hand in hand. “That was so worth it.” Will turned to his boyfriend, happy with the thought Nico just had, but Will was also tired. After brushing their teeth, they both slid into bed. “Thanks for that, Neeks. I really appreciate the thought.” “Anytime sunshine healer boy, plus I will always go for some McDonald’s.” The two cuddled with one another, and Will gave Nico a little peck on the cheek. “We deserve to sleep in tomorrow, so let's go to bed, death boy.” Unluckily, Nico was ahead of the curve, and Will smiled, How is his boyfriend so cute he wonders. And with that, and a belly full of trans fats and carbs, Will’s exhaustion gets the better of him.