Well, I was in NEw Jersey, catching jellyfish, crabs, and the swatting the horseflies...but here is a story!
http://wrenofthecookes.deviantart.com/art/A-Little-Gorgon-469778640

It had happened again.

The little girl ran to her father through the garden, sobbing and tripping over her baby blue  dress, now grass and dirt-stained. "Baba, Baba!" She found him standing still, shoulders hunched slightly, but he turned as soon as she neared him, and knelt stiffly to take his daughter's smooth, young hands in his. His voice, a raspy comfort, was quick,but calm. "Has it happened,Sa-sa?" He asked quietly. "Y-yes..." The little girl swallowed and tugged him back, "Please Baba, come help me!" She pleaded, and the old man nodded, standing and following her down the marble path that wove throughout the gardens. His heels clicked on the stone as her feet slapped it with the sting of urgency.

And there they were. Two children, one of Medusa's own years, standing with books in her arms--and another, a boy slightly older, holding out a toy stethoscope. Her father had been so overjoyed to find a child with such interest in healing as he did himself, and the siblings that had become Medusa's best, and really her only, friends, were always welcome. But inevitably....He laid a hand on his daughter's shoulder, and she blinked, looking up at her daddy solemnly, though tears still tracked her cheeks.

Aesculapius knelt in front of the two young statues, and placed one hand on each heart. He closed his eyes, and his breathing slowed. Medusa watched anxiously, and a small smile hesitated before taking root on her face as she witnessed the gentle glow of flesh on stone, and life returning to the children. Her father's eyes were shut, and his breathing grew ragged, then with a gasp he stepped back, catching his breath. With a start Medusa lowered a pair of sunglasses to hide her lavender, pupil-less eyes, and the pythons that crowned her head hissed uncomfortably.
As her friends blinked, rubbed their arms to get back the feeling, the boy looked up, and grinned at the now-shy Gorgon. "'Dusa, you okay?" He stepped over, and flushed rather sheepishly at Aesculapius, who now raised an eyebrow, his unfocused, clouded eyes suspicious. The boy paused, then admitted, "We, uh....wanted to see. What color. Her eyes are." His sister nodded silently, then ran to Medusa and hugged her tight, causing the snakes to writhe, but the girl to smile cautiously and return the embrace. 

"As long as you are careful and don't do something so foolish again, Aaron, Polona." He admonished. Medusa nodded, and her friends did in unison, then all three ran off to continue their game, the Gorgon's dress and pink boa fluttering, Polona's books clutched tight, and Aaron, falling behind, stuffing the stethoscope into his pocket frantically.

The god saw none of this, as he limped to a bench and sat, shaded by a bower of lilies. He had taken Medusa in when she was but a wisp of a child, who sent people running, if they had not already been petrified. The poor girl had had no friends, no family until she came to live with the god of healing.
Aesculapius had made many sacrifices for his daughter, but thought none of them worth more than her joy and life with others.