Apollo was so kind, so why was he doing this to his own brother. Helping his father make Hermes’ life a living hell.

Apollo despised Hermes. The man was merely a leech that got in the way and ruined things. The god was nothing but trouble. Deciding to steal Apollo’s cattle just because he felt like it.

And don’t forget about his stupid attitude, Hermes was cocky and always made things to be a joke. He never took anything seriously.

That is why. Apollo prays for his downfall even, he’d hope to never see his face again. But Zeus wants him to say alive, keep him in constant pain. Apollo was fine with that, it’s better than him dying so quickly.

Hermes was brought to the infirmary by a few nymphs, Apollo smiled and reassured them that Hermes was in good hands.

The god of the sun did heal him yes, but he snuck things into his body to keep him sickly. Mercury, poison, the venom of snakes, water from the river of Lethe. He manipulated him into thinking he was actually helping him. Thought that was far from the truth.

Apollo would sometimes yell at Hermes for the smallest things. Spitting out the medicine he was given, vomiting in the floor, weeping loudly.

Another morning, another day of having to deal with Hermes and his whining. This time, Apollo walked in on Hermes having another one of his seizures. Seeing him foam at the mouth while he struggled to breathe brought joy to the god. Though he had to ‘help’ him like always, it was a bummer he couldn’t just let him suffer like that.

He walked over, laying Hermes onto his back to help with the seizure. “There there brother, you’re okay.” Apollo spoke in a fake soft tone, patting his shoulder.

When Hermes called down, he plead like he always did. Pleaded for help. “Hermes, I am helping you. I’m doing everything I can.” Apollo reassured. “You’ve gone paralyzed dear brother, you have no feeling in your legs.” Apollo explained, not bothering to mention it was his doing.