Page 36 of Nico

A familiar scent hit me moments before a familiar voice. "Isaac!"

I turned, and saw Nico was running toward me through the rain. Behind him came Logan, and thankfully both looked unharmed. Relief hit me so hard it almost hurt.

Nico skidded to a stop in front of me. "What happened?" Nico asked.

"Equipment failure,” I said.

His eyes immediately landed on my arm. "You're bleeding."

"I'm fine,” I told him. Nico looked upset for some reason.

Logan stepped closer. “How did you get hurt?” Logan asked.

I shrugged, and told him about the frozen fan. My brother let out a sigh.

“That’s so like you,” Logan grumbled. “You know, normal people wait for emergency responders."

"Normal people don't have my reflexes,” I told him.

"Normal people also don't launch themselves at industrial equipment,” Nico muttered, still looking unhappy.

"Worked, didn't it?"

Neither of them looked amused. Nico's expression softened slightly as he looked at my arm again.

"You should get that cleaned up,” Nico said.

Before I could respond, Logan's face lit up with an expression I knew far too well. It was the expression that usually preceded bad ideas, or teasing, or both.

"I think Nico should take you,” Logan pointed out.

I frowned. "Take me where?"

"Medical tent,” Logan said. Logan looked between us with entirely too much satisfaction. “Nico, make sure he actually goes instead of wandering off to continue pretending he's indestructible."

"I'm standing right here,” I grumbled.

"Exactly. Which means I can say this to your face,” Logan said.

"I can walk to medical by myself,” I insisted.

"I don't trust you to stay there."

"Neither do I," Nico said immediately.

I narrowed my eyes. "You two are spending entirely too much time together,” I said.

"That's rich coming from you,” Logan muttered.

"What are you going to do while we're gone?" I asked Logan.

Logan gestured vaguely toward the damaged crane and the chaos unfolding around it. "Check on the crew. Make sure everyone's okay."

“Absolutely not. What if something happens to you?" I demanded.

His expression softened. "Isaac, ease up. I’ll be fine.”

"I'm serious,” I told him.