When Nico opened his eyes, he was staring up at the ceiling of the Apollo cabin. He laid there, dumbfounded, staring up at the architecture, vaguely wondering how he came to be here, until a circlet of blond curls and a toothy grin slid into his immediate field of vision.
“And that is how the smelling salts work!”
Nico tilted his head slightly to the left and noticed that he was surrounded by a handful of curious-looking Apollo kids. Will stood closest at his side, holding a tiny opened vial, only putting back the stopper when Nico finally met his eyes.