Apollo averted his eyes from the scene while he replied to Calliope, pretending not to be deeply uncomfortable that any of Olympus could be brought so low. He could pretend that Hermes was only doing it to get closer to the nurse in question, but they'd both know it was a lie.
Still, Apollo rose with a smile (and a wink) for the nurse, taking the handles of Hermes' chair, but his smile darkened again at the sight of Hermes' back through the open gown, slashed to pieces, a brutal landscape of pain.
Fuck. Lucifer. Right in the ass. Fuck him for doing this to Hermes. Fuck all Christianity for bringing them so low off the mountain that Lucifer could.
"Let me push you, brother," Apollo said, his voice low, a gentleness below the anger. "Save your strength."