"Oh, Father, I don't understand why or how but I know that you will take good care of Andrew. But why is all this happening to him at once? Is this a punishment to him or to all of us?" the Irish angel asked her heavenly Father in a prayer. She was kneeling by the window in the waiting room, staring at the sunshine that sent warm rays upon the earth.

"Come on, Baby," Tess said. She touched Monica's arm. "We can go see him now."

Monica followed her supervisor with blurry eyes, tear stained cheeks, and a hopeful heart into the room where Andrew was hooked up to an oxygen tank and an IV. She was almost afraid to hear what the nurses had to say. Andrew would heal before they all convinced him to go into surgery. Wouldn't he? Wouldn't God heal him in time? Would He let one of his angels go through something that none other ever had?

The auburn put her hand to her mouth when she saw her friend lying there, unconscious and unaware of her and Tess' presence.

"Excuse me," Ruby said. "Would you like me to discuss his condition with you?" she asked the two angels. Both nodded. "Well, you see, the tumor has began to grow bigger and at a rapid pace. We might have to operate very soon. And his bone structure in his back is being eaten up from the cancer. He might need a transplant." her voice was hopeful.

"Do you think we could wait just a wee bit longer?" Monica asked. Tess shot a stern glance at her.

"I think it would we best that we let the ones who are more experienced in the Medical field decide on that, Miss Wings," Tess told Monica.

"Well," Ruby continued. "It's up to you since you're the only…"

"Now, Baby," Tess pronounced. "I said that it is up to you so it is up to you, got that?"

All Ruby could do was nod after the tone that Tess carried.

"But, Tess," Monica stuttered. Immediately, Tess pulled Monica by the arm right back into the waiting room and shoved her down in a chair.

"Now, Miss Wings, if you don't behave then you might not be visiting our Angel Boy at all. Now you listen to me, I won't have any of this "But Tess" business, now do you understand? If not, you may and will get your little angel but right back up into heaven. Do I make myself clear?" Tess roared in a chilling tone.

Monica began to cry. Her whole body began to shake and her skin went numb. Why was God going to let this happen? She just didn't understand.

"Do I?" Tess continued to ask in a stern voice. When she saw her angel girl crying she wrapped her arms around her and joined in. "I know this is hard, Monica, but we have to get through this in God's own time."

"Yes, but what is His time?" the small angel asked.

"I don't know, Baby, I just don't know. But do you remember when I had Alzheimer's?" Monica nodded.

"I thought I wasn't going to be able to live without you," she sobbed.

"Well, even though it took awhile, I came through and so did you, Angel Girl, so did you," Tess explained in a motherly voice. "And all those times that you were in human form, the Almighty brought you through and did you learn anything from those experiences, Baby?" Monica again nodded.

"I learned very much. I learned that the human heart works much differently than ours, I learned how to use my other senses when my sight failed me, and most importantly that God loves me no matter what I look like or what color my skin is." Monica sighed, the tears coming more slowly now.

"And do you think it's possible that Andrew, for once, has to learn something important too?" the supervisor asked.

"Yes, but what?"

"We'll just have to wait and find out," Tess said, squeezing Monica's arm.