Prologue

                                    

                                          
    Blood. Gods, there was so much blood. I usually don't stress about that; I'm a surgeon. I'm always seeing blood, so I shouldn't be this freaked out, right?
    Yeah, well, too bad all that blood was mine. 
    It had been a tough life. All the monster fighting, the demigod healing, all of it. But none of it had prepared me for the pain of that sword, clean through my chest. 
    Time seemed to slow down. I watched everyone move as though they were underwater. Nico ran towards me, as Lou Ellen screamed. Cecil called for a medic. Me. Needing a medic. It felt like a joke. Nico knelt next to me, and I laughed a little, delirious with pain. 
    "No, hey, you're gonna stay with me!" He sobbed by my side. "Don't leave me..." A tear rolled down his cheek, then another. Down, down down. One fell on my arm. Although it was just a drop, it crashed over me with a wave of realization.
    I'm going to die. 
    I felt my eyes start to well up with tears. I could hardly hear anything. My vision was blurring, going dark. I could only feel my mouth moving, froming the very words I'd tried to convince myself over and over to say:
    "I love you, Nico."
    Alright, sorry guys and gals and non-binary pals. I know, I'm not a fantastic writer yet, but this is kind of practice. Sorry (kinda) if I made you cry, but for me it was too short to cry. Anyway, updates will be slow. Hope you enjoyed!
    -Love, ...me!