Nico awoke in a bright white room. Almost instantly a curtain whisked back and Will, Nico's boyfriend, marched into the room, clip board in hand. "Why Nico," Will said, his voice cracking, "why?"
Nico's blood turned cold, freezing at the emotion in his boyfriends voice.
"Why what?" Nico replied.
"You know what I mean Niccolò Alexander Di Angelo, don't play dumb." Was Will's response.
Will only ever called Nico his full name when he was teasing him or when he was furious, and by the tone of his voice this was no laughing matter.