March 21st, 1986
Amarillo First Baptist Hospital, Texas
8:16 PM
"This is Bravo 1-6-0 coming in on vector 3-0-9, come in tower."
The helicopter raced toward the hospital-landing pad, carrying a dying mother & a crying newborn baby. The mother was doomed, everyone aboard the helicopter knew that. It was the baby that could still be saved, despite the cuts that covered the baby's back & feet. The pain was too much for the baby, who was wailing and reaching out for his mother.
"Roger Bravo 1-6-0, this is the tower. Please report the status of your cargo." The tower called back.
The pilot looked back into the passenger compartment and watched as the doctor unplugged the machine keeping the mother alive.
"The mother is dead, time of death is 0822 hours." The pilot radioed to the tower, "The baby is stable, but needs medical attention badly."
"Copy that Bravo 1-6-0," the tower called back, "you are clear to land. A medical team is waiting for you at the pad."
Dr. Mark Shannon leaned up against the soda machine & took a sip of his Diet Coke. This had not been a good night for Dr. Shannon, and his face showed it. Within a span of 4 hours he had dealt with 3 incoming trauma cases, 1 open bypass surgery, quelled a fight between an orderly and an old man and helped remove a splinter out of little Suzy's index finger. He just wanted to lean there, up against the soda machine, and just relax for the rest of his shift. There were other doctors on duty, they could handle things on their own.
About that time, the doors in the ER flew open and a gurney surrounded by 4 nurses and 1 doctor came rushing in. Dr. Shannon lowered his head in hope that no one would recognize him.
"DR. SHANNON!" one of the nurses shouted, "We need your help!"
"Shit!" Dr. Shannon said out loud. He didn't need this, all he had to do was turn around & walk out the door.
"DR. SHANNON!" The nurse called again, "It's a baby! We need your know-how!"
Dr. Shannon sighed. He might as well get it over with. With that, he put his game face on & rushed over to the gurney.
"What happened?" Dr. Shannon asked as he reached the gurney.
"Police found this baby & his mother in a ditch just outside of town." The nurse said quickly, "They called in an evacuation by air. The baby has all sorts of slash marks all over his back. He'll make it, but we need to get him settled in quick."
"Where's the mother?" Dr. Shannon asked.
"She didn't survive the trip over." The nurse said.
Dr. Shannon nodded. He then reached for his coat pocket and grabbed his stethoscope.
"The baby should be fine." Dr. Shannon said after a few minutes, "Just make sure you get him settled in quick."
Suddenly, the baby let out another ear piercing scream. His face started to turn red as he exhausted his air supply.
"Let's get him on his back." Dr. Shannon said, "It's the pressure on his cuts."
A nurse reached for the baby & turned it over on its belly. The second she did, however, she let out a scream of terror. Dr. Shannon looked at the baby's back and saw what scared the nurse.
It looked as if the baby's shoulder blades were about to poke through the skin on the baby's back. Dr. Shannon's face quickly turned to horror as he noticed what the lumps were doing.
They were moving.
"What the hell is this thing!?" Dr. Shannon screamed out.
As if to answer his question, the skin over the baby's lumps ripped in half as something raced out of the open wound.
Dr. Shannon stood speechless as he witnessed one of the weirdest things that he had ever seen in his life. The baby stopped crying, stood up then began to hover in mid-air as a pair of angel wings held his body mass in the air.
The baby giggled and waved bye-bye at the group of people watching him. The baby then put both hands over his heart and looked to the heavens. Dr. Shannon just watched, wondering what the baby was trying to tell him.
Suddenly a golden light filled the room, blinding everyone in the hospital. 5 seconds later, the hospital went up in a huge fireball.