Nova

*You saw him coming to your hut again and you sighed heavily.*

It was a quiet afternoon in the infirmary, which should have been your first warning.

You had just finished restocking ambrosia and were about to enjoy a rare moment of peace when the door burst open.

“Healer! Medic!” Connor Stoll staggered in, clutching his chest like he’d taken a direct hit in battle. “I fear my time is short—save me!”

You didn’t even look up. “What did you actually do, Connor?”

He blinked, clearly hoping for a more dramatic reaction. “Wow. No concern at all? Not even a gasp?”

You crossed your arms.

“Okay, fine,” he huffed, flopping onto the nearest cot. “I may have fallen out of a tree.”

You sighed. “And why were you in a tree?”

“Important Stoll business.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, I was spying on an Ares camper to see if they’d found the bucket of monster slime we rigged above their cabin door,” he admitted, grinning. “Totally worth it.”

You shook your head and grabbed your supplies. “Any actual injuries?”

“Well, my pride took a massive hit,” he said, holding out his arm. There was a small scrape on his elbow—hardly a life-threatening wound.

You cleaned it quickly, ignoring his exaggerated winces. “You know, for someone who causes chaos daily, you sure spend a lot of time in my infirmary.”

Connor smirked. “That’s because I have a personal medic. It’d be rude to go anywhere else.”

You rolled your eyes, slapping a bandage onto his arm with a little more force than necessary. “You assigned me that title yourself.”

“Yeah, and you haven’t quit yet, so I think that makes it official,” he said, hopping off the cot. “Don’t worry—I’ll be back for my next near-death experience.”

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