The sunrays shone on his face, making his green eyes sparkle as he gazed out the window. That was one way that he remembered that God was still there; the beauty of the earth was filling the room and he liked that- even if it was a hospital room. He would be filled in with all the procedures of the surgery today. He wasn't scared…at least on the outside, but his heart was trembling. He hoped it didn't show for Monica and Tess would be entering the room soon. He didn't want them to worry about him though he knew they already did. Then he remembered who he had seen right before he had passed out. Kathleen had stood at his bedside, telling him to worry. Something was going to go wrong- seriously wrong but he was an angel. What possibly could happen to him? What he didn't know was that whatever would go wrong might not be a physical happening, but rather a spiritual disaster that could change his life forever.
"He's awake!" a familiar voice exclaimed. Ruby walked into the room, followed by Monica and Tess.
"Andrew!" Monica rejoiced in her Irish accent. "Oh thank goodness you're awake!"
The auburn leaned down and embraced her friend tightly. Inside she wondered if she was more nervous about the surgery than he was. It had been weeks since they had found the cancer and Andrew had shone no sign of recovery whatsoever. She had almost started to get used to this. She and Tess would come in every day at nine AM and stay until lunch. Then the nurses would bring Andrew his food and Tess and she would go out to eat. Of course some days the two were to busy in assignments or other "heavenly" work that they would spend less time at the hospital. On the weekends, Tess and Monica would take the whole day off to visit Andrew. The angel of death looked forward to Sunday, Saturday, Tuesday, and Friday when Monica would bring him in some sort of magazine or book. Andrew was even surprised a few days ago when his old friend Adam stopped in between assignments. Like Andrew, Adam was an angel of death too.
"How's my Angel Boy today?" Tess asked Andrew as she squeezed his arm.
"Pretty good, Tess," Andrew replied. He yawned and then took a deep breath. "The chemo makes me a little queasy."
"It's supposed to," Ruby said. She walked over to Andrew's bedside and smiled. "That's a good sign."