"Well, if it isn't Monica. I could've guessed. Who else would they send for this assignment?" an attractive woman sneered.
"This isn't an assignment, Kathleen, this is a serious situation," Monica replied in an angry tone.
"You might be surprised, honey. "The Lord moves in mysterious ways," as Tess always says. You never know, baby, He just might turn this "situation" around right in front of your eyes," Kathleen laughed. "Like I really believe it…"
"Kathleen," a voice that matched Monica's snapped. "No time for goofing off! He wants to speak with you. And believe me, he's not in a good mood."
Monica's eyes widened. Monique was also here?
"Monique!" Monica stuttered. "What are you doing here?"
"Actually you should be asking yourself what you're doing here," Monique grumbled. She puffed on a cigarette.
"Excuse me," a doctor said as he tapped Monique on the shoulder. "Monica, right? Please, there's no smoking aloud in here," he said. The doctor shot Monique a smile as the demon glared at him with a mad look. The doctor motioned for her to get rid of the cigarette. Then he glanced at Monica and then back at Monique. He confusingly shook his head and moved on into the rounds he was making.
Monique rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers. An ashtray appeared in front of her and she dropped the smoking cigarette into it. The ashtray immediately disappeared and Monique gave Monica a glare, her eyes shining a crimson red.
"Monique!" Monica gasped. "No, you're not interfering with Andrew!" Monica ran after her double and grabbed her by the arm.
"Honey, evil has its ways and I just found one," Monique told the Irish angel in a snotty voice.
"What do you mean?" Monica asked under her breath.
Just then nurses rushed into Andrew's room, passing the two who stood in the doorway.
"We're loosing him," Ruby yelled to Monica a moment later. "We need to operate right now!"
Before Monica could even say a word, five doctors were wheeling Andrew on a bed into the surgery room. Her eyes welled with tears and her heart thumped fast. An angel had never had surgery before. How could God let this happen now?
Tess walked up behind her angel girl and put an arm around her.
"Oh, Baby, everything will be all right, I promise," the supervisor said through the tears that seeped down her dark skin.
"How can you promise, Tess?" Monica asked. "God could've stopped this earlier. He could've answered our prayers earlier! But guess what, He didn't. Maybe He doesn't care anymore. Maybe He can't hear us. Or maybe He's just too busy to pay attention to His angels since He has all those helpless humans to take care of. You know what, Tess; I've had enough of it! I can't take it anymore. As the clock ticks a second away, I sit here waiting and I am tired of waiting. I'm going home! Maybe I should take Andrew with me! There's no sickness in heaven, right?" the Irish angel cried. She whipped her purse onto her shoulders and darted for the door where Andrew was being wheeled through.
Tess stood in the middle of the hallway, dumbfounded and confused. Did her angel baby just say that God wasn't listening to her? Did she say that He didn't care? What? Could that be the Monica that told humans that God loved them? Could this be the same angel that spoke only truth, spreading God's word around?
"Wait, Monica!" Tess hollered.
Monica abruptly turned around, walking, still, as she looked back. She shook her head and headed for the surgery room.
"Stop this!" she screamed. All eyes locked on her. The doctors dropped their jaws at the little Irish woman who's accent just filled the entire floor.
"I am an angel and so is Andrew and it is time for us to go home!"
"You mean to heaven?" A doctor asked in a sarcastic voice.
"Security!" another yelled. "Please, take this woman away. She thinks she's an angel," he laughed.
Monica choked back the tears. Her cheeks felt warm as they turned red when she realized that God's light wasn't shining around her or Andrew.
A security officer restrained her by the arms and dragged her out of the room, down the hall, and threw her outside into the moist grass.
"I don't know who you are but you stay out of here, is that clear?" a deep voice asked her.
Monica didn't answer but just cried some more. Her cheeks were stinging and her eyes blurry. The officer, satisfied that she understood slammed the door of the hospital after he entered. His broad figure soon disappeared out of sight. Monica put her head in her arms and sobbed. Her skin went numb and her mind spun. What was she to do now?