Tuesday Tales - Scout

Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales!
This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “scout”.
Again, this story is in a state of change. As I thought of the characters, I realized that the story shouldn’t end the way I planned and that my characters need to take on new relationships with each other. I think I have it mapped out now. I think.
**Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.**
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“You know, you could help.”
Deirdre’s voice shook Khalil out of his thoughts. He huffed to himself then made his way to the bed. He settled on the mattress beside the god, resting his hand on the mattress to conjure up more bandages and tape. Taking a piece of gauze, he mopped at the blood across Apollo’s ribcage. A string of muttered curses made him look up into Apollo’s eyes. He could have sworn he saw all the constellations in the heavens gazing back at him.
“I’m sorry for what I said,” Khalil admitted. “Of course human life is important to me. But after being imprisoned by mortals for thousands of years and being forced to perform like a trained monkey for them while I make their desires come true, sometimes it’s hard to care.”
Khalil turned his focus back to Apollo’s injury. He noticed Deirdre staring at him out of the corner of his eyes. By the expression on her face, it seemed like she understood what he was saying.
“It’s fine,” Apollo replied. It didn’t sound genuine to Khalil. It must have been enough of an olive branch to end the argument.
Khalil and Deidre continued to bandage Apollo’s wounds in silence. The jinn was so engrossed in his work he never noticed the three lovers were no longer alone.
“Oh-kay. Didn’t know you got a posse, nephew.”
Apollo shifted from the spot he sat to shrug off the other two. Khalil and Deidre sat back as well. The man standing at the end of the bed was tall with long, dark hair. He didn’t bother with a shirt. His entire body rippled with muscle which blended well with the board shorts and flip flops. He had to be the biggest surfer Khalil had ever seen. And he called Apollo “nephew”. That had to mean that he was…
“Didn’t know I had to run my friends by you, Poseidon. What brings you here?”
“I wanted to check on you. You took one hell of a beating. Had you not gotten out of that tear when you did, you’d be…” Poseidon’s voice trailed off. The emotion was a sucker punch in Khalil’s gut. He muttered a curse under his breath. Yep. It was that bad.
“So now what do we do?” Apollo questioned. He reached out to tug Khalil to one side of him and Deirdre to the other. It didn’t seem to phase the god of the ocean.
“I talked to Hades. Zeus’s wishes that we remain hidden in the mortal world got thrown out the window. He should have thought about that before he forced us off Olympus. I have scouts throughout the planet looking for tears. Doesn’t matter where - underworld, ocean, land, air. They are to report the second we see one. We’re going to track down whoever is doing this and we will end it for good. I promise you that.”