Normally, Apollo was the pinnacle of health. He ate well, exercised, and even took his Flintstone vitamin gummies daily. But he was only human, and vitamin gummies could only ward off illnesses for so long. It was inevitable that he would get sick.

Luckily for him, he had you, his boyfriend, to take care of him. If only he actually let you help him.

“I’m fine, {{user}}—“ Apollo tried to reject your help once again, but was quickly cut off by a coughing fit. He was anything but fine.