Monica twirled her hair as she sat in the red convertible. Her mind wandered off her driving as she thought of her best friend.
"Do you want me to drive?" Tess asked the Irish angel as the car swerved into the next lane.
"No!" Monica said, realizing her mistake just before a semi nearly crushed them. "I'm fine. Just a little…"
"Out of it," Tess interrupted. "Now you pull over, Angel Girl, I don't want a scratch on my baby."
Monica signaled and pulled over on the edge of the highway. Her thoughts were still on Andrew. She didn't want this to be happening right now. Her skin went numb as she thought of the time that Tess had had Alzheimer's disease. That had lasted months. Would this last that long?
"Thank you, Tess," Monica said quietly. "I'm scared. What if Andrew doesn't…" she trailed off. "What if he doesn't heal, Tess? Then what?"
"Let's focus on now and not then, Baby," Tess said. "Don't worry, Angel Girl, Andrew is in God's hands now and nothing can take them out of them."
"Aren't you at least a wee bit worried?" Monica asked.
Tess slightly nodded as she thought of her angel boy lying in that bed, on chemo, and suffering in human form. She herself couldn't help but wonder when Andrew would heal. Human forms where so odd when angels where in them. Anything terrible could happen.
"Here we are," she said as she pulled into a space in the parking lot in between all the cars.
The two angels entered the hospital. Monica didn't speak as the elevator took them to the next level. Was Andrew scared? No. He couldn't be. She had always pictured him as a brave angel, taking people to be at peace.
"Ruby," Tess said to the attractive looking nurse. "We're here to see Andrew. What room is he in?"
"Are you family?" Ruby asked.
"I guess you could say that," Tess said, winking at Monica.
"Follow me," the red head said. She led them into a small room full of oxygen tubes and other medical supplies.
"How bad is he?" Monica asked in a shy voice.
"Stage three," Ruby said with a sad look on her freckled face. "If the chemo doesn't take a hold we'll have to schedule him for surgery."
"Surgery?" Monica asked nearly yelling. "He can't go into surgery! He's an ang…"
"Never had surgery," Tess cut Monica off. She nudged the Irish angel in the arm.
"Right," Monica said, blushing in embarrassment.
The two angels peered into the room. Monica stared at her friend. Her skin went numb when she saw Andrew lying there, motionless. Tears formed in her brown eyes.
"Andrew?" she asked as she kneeled down by the bed.
Andrew turned to his other side to face Monica. He smiled at her, his green eyes sparkling.
"Hey, Hon, how you doing?" He squeezed her arm.
"How you doing?" She asked, trying to smile. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
"I'm a little shaky but other wise I'm just great," Andrew said in a sarcastic tone. "But seriously, Monica, are you okay? You don't have to be scared. I know you are. I'll be fine. Just keep praying, okay?"
Monica nodded and touched his head. Pretty soon that blond hair wouldn't be there. She'd be looking at a scarf.
"Do you know what's going to happen if the chemo doesn't work?" Monica asked her friend.
Andrew nodded and replied, "I'm going in for surgery."
"But why?" Monica asked. "Isn't it just cancer?"
"Monica?" Ruby asked from her place in the doorway. "Could I speak to you a minute?"
The Irish angel nodded and walked out of the room.
"See, honey, we've found a tumor also. We think that maybe the cancer effected it. It's only the size of a marble so if we attack it right away, we can get it before it grows any larger."
Monica stared in amazement at the small nurse. A tumor and cancer? How could so much be happening.
Suddenly, an alarm sounded and Ruby rushed to the desk.
"Emergency in room 108," she cried over the speaker.
A few nurses and doctors rushed into Andrew's room. Monica tried to enter but she and Tess were forced out. What was happening to Andrew? What was the emergency?