Monica walked into the dimmed room. Her brown eyes caught sight of the flashing monitors that Andrew was hooked up to. She walked towards the limp figure. He was in a coma, though aware of her presence. She sat down on the bed and held his cold hand. His face was sheet white and his once blond hair almost all gone. She touched his icy cheek and watched as some warmth from her hand added some color into his face. All he needed was that little touch to heal him a little bit.

"Andrew," Monica said quietly. "I love you so much and because I do I'm going to do something very important for you. I pray that God will lay his loving hands on you as you go through this surgery. I don't know why He's letting this happen but I guess we'll just have to find out, won't we? If you can hear me, just remember that Tess and I are here for you and we'll be waiting for you right outside in the waiting room." Monica stopped short. She felt Andrew stir. He was coming out of the coma! "Andrew!" Monica cried. She watched two eyelids solemnly open, releasing two green eyes.

"Monica?" the angel of death asked in almost a whisper. "Thank you." Then he closed his eyes once again as if he had never been awake.

Just then, a woman walked through the door.

"The game's not over, Monica. It never will be," she snapped.

"Kathleen!" Monica gasped. "What are you still doing here?"

"I have a job just like you and it's not finished yet," Kathleen laughed.

"Kathleen, leave, you are surrounded by the Glory of God and you are out numbered!" came a stern voice from the doorway. Kathleen turned around, stunned at the tone of the voice.

"Tess? Do you expect me to be frightened or perhaps pressured? Believe me, when he sends me with an assignment, I finish it," Kathleen told the supervisor proudly.

"No, Kathleen, look around. You're not winning. You're surrounded by love and there's nothing you can do about it," Tess pressed on.

Suddenly a beautiful light filled the room and Kathleen covered her eyes.

"The light of God," Monica told Kathleen.

Kathleen squinted and let out a sigh of disgust.

"Kathleen," Monica asked her friend. "You've seen God and you know who He is. Why did you choose this way?"

"She's afraid to accept that, Angel Girl," Tess explained to the Irish angel. "She's afraid to be loved-she's afraid of love. That's why she can't stand to be in the presence of God. Kathleen glared at the three angels with her dark eyes. "Isn't that right," Tess asked the demon.

Almost instantly, Kathleen was surrounded by a dark light and disappeared. Monica smiled, realizing how powerful the Almighty was. He would always win over evil, always.

"Monica?" Ruby asked, peering into the room. "Are you ready?"

Monica nodded and shivered as Doctor Parks entered the room with a large monitor and a small container, most likely for the blood that she would give. Monica whispered a small prayer. She opened her brown eyes to find her supervisor winking at her and then walking out of the room.

"Don't worry," Parks said. "This won't take long." He smiled at the Irish angel. Ruby shot a confused look at the two but continued to ready the needle.

Monica winced as the large needle pierced her wrist. She put her head back onto the backboard of the bed and quoted a few Bible verses in her head. Why was she so scared? She would just be giving an amount of her blood to someone else. Could it be that that someone else was Andrew, a fellow angel? She didn't know. Her eyes glanced at her friend who lay still as could be, an empty expression on his white face. Whatever would happen next would be up to God.