"Well, we have Andrew on the transplant list and lucky for him, he's the third one in line. Now all we need is a blood match and we can proceed. We're loosing him," Dr. Parks explained to a worried Tess.

"They said that Monica had the same type of blood as my angel boy so," Tess said to the doctor.

"Tess, if you haven't noticed, our woman isn't here right now! Oh, go…"

"Don't do it, Timothy, don't use God's name in vain!" Tess roared as she pointed a finger.

"Why not? He can't hear me." the doctor replied snottily.

"Oh yes, He can. And He knows everything you do. Every time you use His name in the wrong way He feels bad. Would you like your name to be a swearword?" Tess asked grimly.

Timothy shook his head and said, "But God is just some legend. He lives up in heaven, right? And let me guess, you're an angel too, just like that crazy Monica?"

"Yes, I am and no, he isn't. God is real and you know it! How do you think you get through each day? Huh? How do you think each time you operate on someone they survive when there's a fat chance of it?" Tess asked in a voice that told the doctor not to press on.

"Well, I…er…luck!" Parks shot back proudly.

Suddenly a glorious light shone all around Tess and she light up the whole office.

"You listen to me, Timothy Wayne Park, and you listen good!" Tess snapped. "God is real and luck is when God decides to remain anonymous. Luck is when the Almighty decides to let we poor creatures get our way without having to say it's a God thing."

"You really are an angel?" Dr. Parks screeched. He landed flat in a chair behind him as he peered at Tess in fear. "God exists?"

"Of course. Now sit up. Andrew can't die because he's an angel too. I don't know why God chose to put him through this situation but there's gotta be a reason. God has a plan and somewhere in that plan he wrote down that He wanted Timothy Parks to be visited by an angel. I don't know if it was in His plan for me instead of Monica to be that angel but He knew it would happen."

"Tess, tell God I'm sorry for all my sins. Will He forgive me?" Parks asked quietly. A single tear ran down his cheek and dripped off his chin. He embarrassingly wiped it away with the sleeve of his white coat.

"He heard you and He already has," Tess replied, her tone changing into a loving brogue.

"God loves you so much, Timothy, and He wants you to know that. Each time you pick up a tool when you're operating on someone, remember that God is with you and He won't leave you. Now I don't know if He'll let the surgery on Andrew go through but if He does, then pray and ask God to help you 'cause He will."

Parks nodded and looked up to see two figures with the same glorious light coming towards him.

"Monica!" Tess cried. She embraced her angel girl tightly and nodded at Sam. Sam winked back at her with his brown eyes.

"Monica," Dr. Parks began. He glanced at Tess and she nodded. "We need you…Andrew needs you right now. This is a matter of life or death and you could make a difference."

Monica peered at the doctor, curiosity flowing in her eyes.

"You are the only one that we can find that has the same blood type as Andrew and he needs new blood cells," Parks explained.

"So you want me to donate to…Andrew?" Monica gasped. "But I'm an…he's an…I can't donate to him…I mean."

"Baby," Tess said as she put a hand on Monica's shoulder. "Don't worry, this doctor knows what he's doing. I had a little chat with him," Tess said proudly. She stuck up her shoulders as if she was boasting.

"Monica?" Sam quietly asked the Irish angel.

She stood for a second and said a quick prayer in her head. God told her to do it, Tess, Dr. Parks, and Sam told her to do it, and she felt she had to do it so she would.

"All right," Monica stuttered. There was fear in her voice. How much blood would she have to give her "dying" friend?