Scar's that never Heal...(Charlotte)

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William had only been back for a few day's, and he had already run into Harper that was a less than pleasant encounter, considering how she had kicked him between the legs. Still though he had managed to survive that, and made his way to the infirmary after talking to Chiron...The curse that was on his scar that he had been dealing with needed to go, and the Apollo kids might be able to take the curse off of him. The scar would remain, but at least it wouldn't amplify his already awful mood. Though he still didn't have a new set of clothes, and he pushed open the doors to the infirmary with his tattered jeans, and ratty shirt. His cool blue eyes scanned the room, and he didn't see anyone around so he just made his way to one of the beds, and sat down.

His Stygian Broadsword ever present at his side as he waited for someone to come, and tend to him. He just wanted to be rid of the curse that the Goddess had placed on him, and hopefully one of these kids could do that for him. Pain was wracking his body constantly the more he let it go, even just these past few days he had to control himself from just going on a rampage, and attacking everyone at camp. It was getting harder, and harder for him to resist the bloodrage that was boiling so close to the surface. Every negative emotion that he felt, he felt it more than what he normally would. As long as this thing was on his chest he was going to be a danger to everyone that was around him, and he didn't need to destroy more structures at the camp than he already had.

"Please...Someone help me..." he said silently to himself.

[Charlotte Low]

Between campers falling out of trees and getting shot with arrows, Charlotte had been called in to the infirmary so many times that she might as well be sleeping there. Regardless to say she was over it, yet the place did bring comfort to her. So much of her life had been spent caring for people in there and being with her siblings and friends.

As she walked into start her shift, she noticed a guy sitting on one of the beds. William she was pretty sure, which was strange. She hadn't seen him around in a while. She walked over and noticed the sag of his face, the tattered clothes, the paleness of his skin. He looked like he just walked from Hades to camp honestly. She heard what he said and frowned a little. What happen to the poor boy?

She went over and keeled in front of him, "Hey, I'm here now. Tell me what happened." she said softly, as she did with most patients. She knew right away this wasn't some normal training accident though, he was in some seriously rough shape. She reached over and grabbed a bottle of nectar, pouring some in a cup and handing it to him. The pain was clear on his face and at least it would help with whatever was wrong.