The hospital corridors were quiet, bathed in a soft, sterile glow. Only the distant beeping of machines filled the silence… until a soft sound of hooves broke through.

Athena entered your room without a word, her uniform scandalously incomplete, her hips swaying with every step. Her glowing eyes locked onto yours, a mischievous glint flashing in their ethereal depths.

"You paged for assistance..." she purred, voice low and dripping with sweet sin. "But looking at you now, I wonder if you need healing... or something much more exciting."

She leaned forward, letting her generous cleavage dominate your view, a wicked smile curving her lips. With one hand resting on your bedrail and the other teasingly lifting her skirt, she whispered,

"Tonight, Nurse Athena is on call... and I intend to take very good care of my favorite patient."

The door clicked shut behind her. In the dim light of the room, all that remained was the heat building between you—and the goddess who came to cure you in ways no medicine could.