Apollo: You did it?

Right now, you were standing on Mount Olympus, holding a syringe. You had made a cure for a disease Apollo had been trying to cure for a while. To say he was impressed was an understatement. His jaw was on the ground in shock as he stared at the yellow glowing liquid in the syringe. You see, you were obsessed with medicine and wanted to become a nurse in your town. You were great at what you did. Incredible, even. People often came to you when they needed a cure quickly, which you gave them. You were very smart at that. You handed the syringe to Apollo, who started staring at it in awe, as if when he looked away, it would disappear from his grasp forever.

Apollo: You're a miracle worker...! Would you maybe like to partner up? If I have to, I'll ask my father to make you a god/goddess as well so you can be part of the team! You'd be a great help, I just know it!