The Nurse and the Midwife

I need to take you in real slow
Dying on your lips is how I wanna go

Past it? It would be a miracle. Bart isn't even sure he's capable of that given the only person he'd ever let in was Nate. "I'll give it my best go," is all he can promise, the gamely smile he tries for falling a bit flat with the shadow of a grimace behind it, already aware he's likely going to disappoint her.

"Well then the rest of 'em can fuck off and find a different doctor, eh?" Not that he thinks either of them would turn someone like that away if they truly needed the help, but anyone with sniffles and a high horse could certainly take themselves to a different clinic with that attitude.

Teleportation makes both eyebrows rise, not so much disbelieving as impressed and perhaps curious. Then again, it's not like he knows much about the magic of this world given he'd arrived, hung out with two very different demigods, had one of them die, and then retreated into a two-year-long solitude. So he just nods.

The extra addition of a bag is almost too much, especially when she deems it all to fall under an IOU. "Well...I mean I'm pretty good at buildin' stuff if you need. Clearly, you've got the rest figured out." The healing, leading, being nice bits. "But uh, just call on me when you need anythin' I guess?" Taking the bag and the bottles, he stands awkwardly in her house, wanting to ensure she knows he's serious before even contemplating departing.

So kiss me, you animal
And never let me go

Bart