Will's hands moved back to Nico's hips. Without his healing magic, it would hurt if he pressed too much. "Sorry, sweetheart." Nico hums his forgiveness. Nico starts drifting off, only noticing that Will's carrying him by the shifting of his stomach. "Will. Feel sick." Will kisses his forehead, setting him on the bed. Reyna's there with a bucket, holding his hand. Then Will's placing a hot water bottle over his hips, and he feels sweet relief. His stomach shifts again, and he's retching.
“It’s okay,” Will assured Nico, “just breathe,” he was rubbing Nico’s back gently, and Nico held back the second round of bile that threatened to work its way up Nico’s throat. He ended up choking and coughing it out anyway. “Don’t try to hold it in,” Will gently reprimanded him. “You’re only going to make yourself more sick,” Will spoke. His hand moved up to Nico’s neck, but Nico didn’t want to be touched. He felt gross and he wanted to curl up in a ball and just go to sleep. “Will,” Reyna’s voice was lofting above Nico’s head. “He’s working himself up.” Nico wondered if he was heaving. “Nico, please,” Nico tried to calm himself down, but it didn’t work. He only started throwing up harder.