A woman who had suffered a condition of hemorrhaging for twelve years -
a long succession of physicians had treated her, and treated her badly, taking all her money and leaving her worse off than before -
had heard about Jesus. She slipped in from behind and touched his robe.
She was thinking to herself, "If I can put a finger on his robe, I can get well."
The moment she did it, the flow of blood dried up. She could feel the change and knew her plague was over and done with.
At the same moment, Jesus felt energy discharging from him. He turned around to the crowd and asked, "Who touched my robe?"
His disciples said, "What are you talking about? With this crowd pushing and jostling you, you're asking, 'Who touched me?' Dozens have touched you!"
But he went on asking, looking around to see who had done it.
The woman, knowing what had happened, knowing she was the one, stepped up in fear and trembling, knelt before him, and gave him the whole story.
Jesus said to her, "Daughter, you took a risk of faith, and now you're healed and whole. Live well, live blessed! Be healed of your plague."
While he was still talking, some people came from the leader's house and told him, "Your daughter is dead. Why bother the Teacher any more?"