"Okay," Ruby said. She jotted down Andrew's name onto the transplant list. She looked up to see Tess coming out of the angel of death's room. Ruby sighed and flung her red hair behind her shoulders.
"Excuse me, Tess said. "He's awake," the supervisor said in a worried voice.
"Good," the nurse replied, rushing from behind the desk and setting a buzzer off that notified others that she needed help.
Inside, room, Monica sat at Andrew's side, wiping his forehead with a washcloth. She looked up with fear-filled, brown eyes at the nurses that entered the room. Her spirit lighted when she saw her supervisor's encouraging smile. Tess motioned for her to come out. Monica nodded and stepped out into the lobby.
"Baby, now don't you worry. His being awake is a good sign. And don't you ever forget that God is watching over our angel boy," Tess said in an optimistic voice that rang through Monica's ears.
"I won't, Tess, at least I'll try not to," the Irish angel replied.
The two angels walked into the cafeteria and sat down by the vending machines. Tess put in a few coins and received a candy bar.
"You hungry, Baby?"
Monica shook her head and put her head in her hands.
"Maybe I should go check on him, see how he's doing."
Tess put a hand on her angel girl and smiled.
"You go do that," she said. "I'm sure he's just fine the way those nurses take care of him.
Monica walked out of the cafeteria and stopped by the window to look out over the city. It was such a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the air smelled fresh, and the wind was blowing a cool breeze off of the lake. Where had the time gone? Just two days ago, she and Andrew enjoyed a water fight, and the three had sat down to a nice picnic. Now Andrew was lying in a hospital bed, hooked up to oxygen and an IV.
"Father," she prayed quietly. "Thank you for this day."
She continued down the hall and into the lobby, past the desk, and into the room where she saw her friend surrounded by nurses. She thought it wonderful that these people could care so much for one person.
"Miss Monica," a nurse said, turning to greet the Irish angel. "Your friend is doing just fine and with the surgery only twenty-four hours away, I think he will be good as new in no time. There is nothing to worry about…except the chances of him surviving the transplant and surgery or not. But almost fifty percent of our patients do," she said, realizing her mistake in words.
That got Monica thinking. Angels can't die so what was she worrying about? Angels lived eternally in the presence of God-unless they choose a different life that many had.
"Wait a minute," Monica gasped. "He's going in for surgery…already?" Monica asked in amazement. "I didn't give permission yet, and you can't proceed until I say so!" Monica said to the nurse.
"Well, Miss, the other lady already signed the form…"
"You mean Tess?" Monica asked.
"Yes…I think. She's black and has dark hair?" the nurse asked nervously. "She's small and is very attractive?"
"No," Monica said with a surprised tone. "Tess is black with dark hair but…" her words trailed off. In the corner of the room, arms crossed, a smirk across her face, Kathleen stood. She glared at Monica with a haunting look. Then the Irish angel realized that evil was involved with this assignment…but what was the assigment?