Apollo shook his head, and sighed, whilst Althea took notes on what the patient was describing - an exceptional feat, considering they only had one hand each to work with.
"I believe" interrupted Apollo, "that our world-famous cure-all is what you really need to see you right." Althea grunted, but put down the pencil to pick up a brown glass bottle with a pale grey solution inside of it, which looked even murkier in the yellow lamplight of their office.