Hello again! I'd like to give a billion thanks to LittleGloriaFaith24 for so much help with this next chapter. She gave me a lot of ideas and inspiration for different parts of the plot and a TON of help on the medical lingo. So thank you LGF24! You rock! Okay, on with the next chapter! Enjoy!


"What did you say?" Tess gaped blankly at the angel of death.

"Um… Monica… was in an accident. It's still unsure on what's going to happen," Andrew replied.

"But Monica's an angel, how can she be hurt? Is that even possible?" Gloria began to feel her senses go numb.

"Well, after her last solo assignment, Monica never returned back to human form, and so she couldn't just come over here like you had asked. The Father had her rent a car – and insure it. She was coming down the highway and another car hit the car she was driving. The impact was directly on the driver's side. The police currently believe that it was a true miracle that she is still alive. They're in disbelief she wasn't dead on impact, and are in complete shock she's still hanging on. They've taken her to the hospital. I was just sent to deliver the message."

"Thank you, Andrew," Tess murmured. "Come on you two, let's get to the hospital to be with our Angel Girl."

The hospital sight was of complete disorder. The call had come in that they had a severe accident, and a critical patient would soon be in.

The three angels were standing just outside unseen in front of all of the nurses just outside of the ambulance entrance.

Doctor Nathan Gillman and Doctor Lisa Wolf were the two specialists assigned to this particular case. Dr. Gillman was a certified orthopedic surgeon, and Dr. Wolf was a certified trauma care doctor. Both of them knew they were in for a long night, and they would probably be spending a lot of time with this one patient. The two doctors had worked before, and they knew the exact methods one another used.

"This one sounds bad. You sure you can handle it doctor?" Dr. Gillman jeered.

"I'm a trauma doctor, Gillman, they all sound bad in my line," Lisa replied.

Tess was holding on to Gloria for dear life – too afraid that if she let her go, she would loose that little angel as well. Andrew laid his hands on Gloria and Tess's shoulders squeezing tightly as well as the sirens came into hearing range.

The large white vehicle pulled up and the paramedics instantaneously ran around to the back as the doors flew open and the stretcher was wheeled out. Tess held her breath as Gloria tried to hamper the salty tears that were inevitable. Andrew held still. He had seen so many humans go this way; he just never thought that it would be Monica that he'd be watching come out of the ambulance.

The small figure on the stretcher was almost unrecognizable. Plastic tubes attached to IV bags were affixed to all open parts to her body. A neck brace rung around her neck holding it in place while large black straps held the rest of her in place to the board. Monica's entire left side of her face was shredded with tiny points of glass still glittered across her wounds. Gloria noticed that there were burns on her right arm as if the car had started fire just as the first responders were arriving. Tess noticed severe welts across her neck from force exerted on her by the seatbelt upon impact. And Andrew, well he noticed everything else.

"Tess, that's Monica," Gloria stated – as if the other angels couldn't recognize her.

"I know baby, I know," Tess whispered quietly.

The three of them walked over to their friend as Tess whispered gently into her ear, "Hey there Angel Girl. You're going to be all right. The doctors are working hard and the Father is watching over you always."

"We're not going to leave you Monica," Gloria stepped in, hoping desperately this time she could get a reaction from Monica's spirit, "We're going to be there every step of the way. You're never going to be alone."

The doctors continued to roll the stretcher towards the doors as one of the paramedics described the situation to Dr. Gillman. The angels were listening to their conversation as they walked next to the stretcher.

"It was a bad accident. She was going the right speed, but the other driver was going way too fast. At least 70 over the speed limit. He tried to slow down right before impact, and we believe that is was saved the girl's life. We are in belief that she has acquired a medium case of whiplash, her leg may be broken and probably needs surgery, her arm is burned – the gasoline from both cars lit just as the firefighters were arriving – they were able to pull her out just before it got any worse, but her face is what needs to be looked at the most. Her side window shattered on impact, and ripped through the skin – there are still the shards in the wound. We did our best to get everything out that we could, but most of it just consisted of the larger pieces. After the window broke, the added collision of the actual cars pushed some of the other car's metal through her window. Then after a large wintergreen tree stopped the motion, her head slammed again outside of the window and onto the other car. It's nothing less than a miracle she's still alive."

"Yea, well we'll just see where this miracle will take us through the night," the doctor retorted – believing that this stranger had no more than a few hours to live – the hours that would be spent trying to track down her family and delivering the painful news. "Don't worry, we'll do our best."

"I'm glad to hear it," the paramedic turned to aid in the clean-up of the bloody back room of the ambulance. "Oh! Doc! We're bringing in the other civilian. They're just not in as great of a rush. They should be here soon. Can you alert one of the nurses who will be helping him that they need to treat him for sever alcohol poisoning?"

"Gotchya!" Dr. G. called as he ran to his patient.

"Tess, not a drunk driver," Gloria whimpered.

"I'm afraid that it was, Gloria," Andrew whispered. "Alcohol level of .25. He's a little banged up and confused, but mostly just angry at the police for bringing him into the hospital. He has alcohol poisoning, but he refuses to believe so."

"They should just take him to the prisons where he can deal with the fluids he put in his system. Free will after all," Gloria mumbled.

"Gloria!" Tess scolded. "That is unacceptable under any circumstance!"

"I'm sorry Tess! But he hurt Monica really bad, and if he had just handed the keys to a friend, if he had just called a taxi, if he had just stayed put until the bartender had called him a ride – then she would be okay."

"Remember baby, the word 'if' is the worst one in the world. When you use the word 'if,' you only start thinking about the events that weren't put into God's plan."

"So God's plan was to have Monica have to fight for her life?" Gloria raged.

"That's not up for me to decide, Gloria," Tess tried to give her another hug.

"Please, Tess, don't let her leave us."

"Come on little one, Monica needs us – all of us – right now, and I think that we need to be with her as well."

As all of this was going on, Dr. Wolf worked with the other emergency doctors as fast and as hard as she could push them. "I want a CBC, Chem. 7, and blood cultures. STAT!" Arranging for different IV's to be added and some removed, directing them all to the room she would be taken to, and thinking her hardest into future actions, Dr. Wolf tried desperately to keep the nurses' spirits high. "I think that we can save this one, but we have to hurry. We've no time to waste. Let's move! Where's Gillman?"

"He's out with the paramedics getting full details of the accident. Oh, wait, here he comes," a random nurse explained.

"What does he think this is?" She raged. "A tandem ride down memory lane?" Dr. Gillman continued to slowly walk towards their direction. "Gillman! Move it!"

"Calm down Wolf," he directed. "You know that I have no business until you can get her partially stabilized – besides, I doubt that she'll even live long enough to have me do a primary screening."

"That's not for you to decide!" Lisa exploded. "I'm the top doctor on this case, and I am giving you a direct order that you are to do everything in your power to save this life."

"Why is this one any more important than any of the others that come in?" Dr. Gillman sneered.

"They're all important! But on this particular one, I'm being forced to team with you. Now, when these kind of accidents come along, the patients are either dead upon impact, or pass in the ride over. Now, God is watching over this woman, and He put her in our hands, and I am not going to fail Him. If you're going to have this attitude, then I'll get another doctor," Lisa threatened.

"There is no other doctor Wolf. Besides, I'm the best you've got. You're stuck with me."

"No, you're stuck with me," Dr. Wolf returned. "I'm the lead doctor on this, and either you need to learn direction from a superior, or I'll get someone who can."

"Out of my way," Nathan pushed pass Lisa and into the room where Monica was being given preliminary treatments.

"Doctor, her pulse is weak and slow," one spouted out.

"Put her on oxygen. You'd have the wind knocked out of you too if you were hit at that speed," Dr. Wolf acknowledged.

"Doctor, we seem to have and open fracture of the right tibia." Another shouted.

"Wrap it to halt the bleeding, and I'll take care of it once Dr. Wolf has her partly stabilized." Gillman assured as he took down notes of the specific areas that the nurses were calling out that he would need to repair through surgery and casting.

"Tess, what happens if an angel's human form dies?" Gloria sat on a counter in the hospital room with Tess and Andrew standing on the floor next to her.

"Well, you see, Gloria… The Father… He has a plan for…everything… His timing is perfect… So probably," Tess paused trying to create the next words.

"It's okay if you're not sure," Gloria smiled as one of her tears fell to the floors.

"Thank you Angel Baby. You're right, I don't know. But we have to believe that Monica is strong enough to pull through."

Andrew placed his hand once again on Tess's shoulder as added support, "Father, Monica has been hurt – you know that – and your three messengers are deeply afraid for her. Please be with us tonight as our fears are always on the edge, but especially be with Monica as she fights hard to keep every breath in which she takes. Amen." Andrew prayed.

The machines beeped and buzzed for the next few hours as Dr. Wolf worked steadily on her new patient. Monica's heart monitor suddenly went wacky, and then began to flat line.

As Monica's heart began to stop, the three angels' began to speed up. Tess was expecting Gloria to say something, but she couldn't or wouldn't.

Dr. Wolf was delivered the defibrillator, prepped the paddles, lowered the fabric over Monica's chest, and shouted "CLEAR!" releasing the life saving shock to Monica. Her tiny body popped up making Gloria and Tess's hearts skip a beat.

Dr. Wolf stared at the heart monitor – still no beat. "Put it up… CLEAR!" Another shock was sent through Monica's system – still no beat. Gloria whimpered softly, and for the first time, Andrew began to become more than just the supporter. He actually started to recognize what was going on, and was being removed from his unnatural state of denial. "Again. CLEAR!" she demanded once more. Still nothing. They waited a few more seconds to see if her body would react.

"Call it doctor," Dr. Gillman suggested.

"No. Charge it… CLEAR!" Dr. Wolf pressed the paddles down again making the body of the angel leap once more – nothing.

"Lisa!" Nathan shouted. "9:51 PM – call it."

"No," Gloria desperately pleaded.