Apollo kept his thoughts to himself about Ares' men (all useless muscle, nothing much besides) as he made his way down to the car with Cin, peering in through the window. He was not a looker, that was for sure, but the lack of intelligence behind his eyes would put anyone off. Apollo had to wonder how smart he looked before Ares got to him.
Had to wonder, too, if the aggressive glare in Barak's eyes was because he recognised Apollo, or if he looked like that toward everyone. Apollo gave him a wide smile hey, fuckface, your shit brain's entirely in my hands.
He was jammed into the back seat of Cin's car with a foldup wheelchair, easily unfolded by Apollo and set down beside the car. "If you hold that steady, I'll put him in it," he told Cin, and reached into the car to manhandle Barak out of it.
The damage was obvious, as soon as Apollo touched him. Parts of his body had never fully healed, and pain radiated still beneath his skin. Even if Barak had been mentally whole enough to go through physio, Apollo doubted he ever would have mended on his own. He found himself professionally interested. While healing Brody had been desperate and vital, Barak was more of a slow puzzle, one it was going to be fascinating to piece back together. One thing Apollo missed out on by not being a qualified doctor was he couldn't get his hands on proper patients, couldn't flex this skill he was so damn good at.
Bastard didn't want to get in the chair, though, but Apollo didn't give bastard a choice. Even at Barak's best, Apollo was stronger.
"Lead the way back through," he said, passing him room key to Cin. "I'll push him."