Apollo laid a hand on her shoulder, briefly, on his way out the door. They could plan vengeance later, right now, he needed to find Terpsichore's doctor and be as authoritative as possible.
A nurse came in when Calliope called, checked Terpsichore's vitals, and left to find her some more painkillers. She came back with a syringe and a vial, and injected them into Terpsichore's IV line. Some of the tension left her body, and Terpsichore settled a bit more easily against the pillows.
"That's what I said," she finally agreed. "She was snorting her talent away, and she blamed me for what happened to her. No company would touch her after that, not that I can blame them."
David smiled slightly, looking down at his feet. "I can't take all the credit, she was the one who had me get her phone and call people."
"Take the compliment, dude," Terpsichore nearly slurred. "Callie doesn't say stuff she doesn't mean."