Apollo couldn't believe what he was staring at. You were lying there, not moving. Not breathing. But why? You were one of his favourites. He'd returned weekly just so he could watch you. Of course keeping hidden, you didn't even know he existed but he knew everything about you...or at least he thought. Bending down, he feels for a pulse, you're barely alive. He's the god of healing and medicine, has to do something. Manifesting a small vile of liquid he placed it to your lips. Drink this.
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