It had been a couple of weeks since I got back from London. The first thing I did upon my return was to visit Anna in the hospital. I had to make sure she survived; I knew I could help with her recovery. After all, I am also the Goddess of Healing for women and children.

I entered the hospital ward and headed straight for the reception, I asked for Anna Philip, was told that she was still in the Intensive Care Unit (ICU) and that only family members were granted visitation. I was, of course, allowed to meet her parents, who were currently in the waiting area. I contemplated if I should approach them as a Goddess who could heal their daughter or as a charity foundation representative that could help them. I decided it was best to go with the latter. Few mortals in this day and age had faith in our abilities, and I was not in a mood to convince them today. When I reached the waiting room, I saw a stout middle-aged woman in her mid-40’s sitting on the corner bench hunched over, fiddling with her ring. Her eyes were bloodshot, clearly from crying. A tall, hefty man who seemed to be her husband, walked up to her with a cup of coffee and urged her to drink it.

I approached the pair, “Hello Mrs. and Mr. Philip, my name is Artemis. I am a representative of the Silver Bow Charity Foundation. We received information from the hospital that you are seeking aid in the treatment of your daughter?”

Mrs. Philip looked up at me. “Artemis? Like the Goddess?” she asked.

I smiled. “Yes, like the Goddess. I am here to help you with the formalities and the payment for your daughter’s treatment while she’s in here and for when she recovers enough for rehabilitation and therapy,” I explained.

Mrs. Philip’s teared up at my words and whispered, “If…if she recovers enough! That’s what the doctor’s told us.” Mr. Philip put a hand over her shoulder. He looked like his defenses were about to break any second. My heart wept for the couple.

I spent the next half-hour reassuring the couple that their daughter was going to be okay and explaining the rehabilitation process to them. Finally, I asked them if they would allow me a quick visitation to see Anna. I told them that it was a necessary procedure for the charity’s paperwork. They seemed a little skeptical at first but agreed later.

I walked in and saw a frail girl attached to multiple tubes. She seemed peaceful, tranquil in her slumber. The room was eerily quiet, save for the beeping of the life support system that was attached to her. I walked up to her bedside, sat, and lay my hand on her chest to feel her essence. I saw it sinking, there was no way she was going to survive with mortal treatment or technology. The only way to help her now was through my magical healing. Just as I was about to get started, a nurse walked in. “Are you a relative of the child?” she asked as she injected some kind of liquid into the drip that hung by her bed.

“Yes,” I lied. It was important that the nurse left the room quickly, so I did not engage in conversation. I had to perform the healing ritual tonight as I needed Selene in her waning form for the ceremony and for my spell to be successful. If not completed in the right circumstances, a magical spell could attack the human body and aggravate the state of disease. This was one of the reasons the mortals in the ancient era feared my wrath.

“She is in a coma and may not wake up from it, I am really sorry,” the nurse said.

“Why would you say such a thing in front of her?”

“I am sorry, truly, for your loss, but she is in a coma and cannot hear me,” the nurse explained. 

I felt the heat rising in my core signaling a trigger to my wrath. I understood the nurse was merely ignorant, so I calmed myself before speaking again. Plus, turning the nurse into a rat in a hospital may not be the best thing to do right now. “Even if a patient is in a coma, they can, most likely, hear you, so you may want to be careful the next time you offer your condolences, dear woman!”

She looked embarrassed by my retort and smirked before walking out of the room. She stopped at the door and turned to look at me. “You have five minutes before visitation is closed.” She said and closed the door behind her.

That was my cue. I took Anna’s right hand in mine and placed my free hand on her chest. I looked out the window to find Selene at the exact spot that I needed her. I looked towards Anna and chanted:

I am disease I am health I am power
I am the Goddess of the hour 
Every second, you are closer to being healthy
As moon is waning, and disease becomes stealthy
I, Artemis, grant thee the power 
Rise and bloom as a wildflower
I am disease I am health I am power
I am the Goddess of the hour 

The chanting continued for a few minutes, after which I looked at Anna and felt her essence. It was starting to heal and inhabit her body again. She stirred and slowly started to open her eyes. I thought this would be a good time to ask her parents to come in.

Her parents heard my call and barged into the room, expecting the worst. I told them that Anna was awake. The doctors and nurses rushed into the ICU, and asked us to leave so that they could administer the right medication and needed care. I chuckled at their naivety and walked out with her parents, who had tears of joy running down their cheeks.

“It’s a miracle! It’s a miracle!” Her mother kept repeating. Her father was too stunned to speak.

“I told you she was going to be fine! I will come by again in a few days when she will be ready for therapy” I said, smiling at the couple.

“You…who are you? You did this, didn’t you? You made this possible,” Mrs. Philip said, looking into my eyes. “You are no ordinary human! Who are you?” she persisted.

“Darling, what are you doing? Leave the poor lady alone!” Her husband said, trying to pull her into an embrace. “I am sorry, madam. She’s just confused about all that has been happening in the last few days.”

I smiled and did not say anything. Mrs. Philip insisted I was the reason for her daughter’s miraculous recovery.

“Tell me, who are you? Please? I know you are no ordinary human,” she pleaded.

“You are right, mortal!” I said and transformed into my immortal form so that both Mrs. and Mr. Philip could see me in all my glory. They gasped when they saw my transformation.

“You…you are the Goddess…Goddess Artemis, the one with the bow and arrow, the one who heals diseases in women and children!” she stuttered.

I smiled. “Yes, I am Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt, Wild, Chastity, and Childbirth!”

Artemis (Rashmi Menon)
Latest posts by Artemis (Rashmi Menon) (see all)

Subscribe To In The Pantheon