Andrew and Tess finished up the dishes and upon going to look for Monica,
found that she had gone to bed. The two older angels exchanged a concerned
look as Tess quietly closed the door to the bedroom.
"Do you think she is that upset over being pulled off this case, Tess?" Andrew asked, his green eyes filled with worry.
"I'm not sure, baby, but something about this isn't sitting right with me. Generally, she'd be pleased at the three of us having some time together, but she certainly is keeping to herself tonight."
"Something certainly doesn't feel right," He frowned, knowing it really wasn't like his friend to sulk.
"Well, hopefully by morning, she'll be back to her old self, Angel Boy," Tess ventured to say, "C'mon, I'll brew us a pot of coffee and you and I can have a catch up," Seeing him nod his head in agreement, though his eyes still shone with worry, the two of them headed back to the kitchen.
* * * * * *
Tess was awakened from a sound sleep by the sound of her young charge in the next bed whimpering softly in her sleep. The older angel sighed as she wearily sat up and called out to her friend, "Monica? Wake up, baby."
Getting no answer, Tess frowned as she got up and approached her friend's bed, moving to brush the hair from Monica's face and finding her hair damp and her face hot to the touch, "Good heavens, baby, you are burning up," She muttered softly.
"Tess?" Monica choked out weakly, managing to open her tired brown eyes. "I'll be right back, baby. You've apparently managed to catch some kind of flu or something so let me get you something cool for your head and something for you to drink. You just rest, baby," Giving her friend's shoulder a gentle, reassuring squeeze, the older angel hurried from the room, nearly colliding with Andrew.
"Tess?" His face was a mask of concern, reading the look on the supervising angel's face.
"Monica's sick, Angel Boy. She's running a high fever from what I can tell. Will you sit with her while I grab her some juice and a cool cloth?"
"I'll get a washcloth from the bathroom, Tess," He told her, his angelic instincts to care for another taking over as he headed to do just that. Wringing out a cool washcloth, he headed for the room his two friends were sharing, "Hey, Angel Girl," He called out softly, sitting down on the edge of her bed.
"Hey yourself," She whispered, closing her eyes as she felt his hand on her forehead.
"Tess tells me you're not feeling so good, sweetie," He frowned, feeling how hot she was, before he laid the cool cloth across her forehead.
"Everything aches, Andrew, including my head," Monica managed weakly, though her voice held a tinge of fear, "What's wrong with me? I've never felt like this before."
"I'm not sure, Angel Girl, but my guess is that you have what humans call the flu. The bad news is that you're going to feel like this for a day or two, but the good news is that is all the longer it usually lasts, then you'll feel good as new again." His hand moved to stroke her hair as she let out a soft moan as she tried to get comfortable, "And here I thought you just didn't like my cooking." He teased gently, with a wink in her direction. Monica managed a soft laugh, just as Tess came back into the room, carrying a glass of juice, "No, your cooking was fine. I just didn't feel very hungry."
"All the more reason to get this into you," Tess responded as she approached with the glass of juice, "C'mon, baby, drink up."
As the youngest angel struggled to sit up despite the aches and pains that surged through her with each movement, she felt Andrew's arms around her, helping her up and she cast him a grateful look. She managed to drink most of the juice, before Andrew helped her return to her pillow. The effort seemed to have exhausted her however, as a moment later she was asleep.
With a sigh, Tess readjusted the cloth on Monica's forehead, as she exchanged a glance with Andrew, who continued to stroke the younger angel's auburn hair, "You thinking it's the flu, baby?"
Andrew nodded his head, "Of course, Tess. What else could it be?"
* * * * * *
But three days later, Andrew and Tess both were wondering what else it could be, as the youngest angel showed no sign of improvement. Monica scarcely had enough energy to get out of bed as her fever continued to rage, and the other two angels were hard pressed to get anything to eat into her body. All she wanted to do was sleep and Tess and Andrew were growing more alarmed by the hour as their prayers went unanswered. Their concern was quickly turning to fear for the little angel who they both loved dearly, though Andrew was still surprised when Tess picked up the phone to call the doctor.
"Tess," He implored her, as his friend waited on hold, "What are they going to do? Give her some drug that will mess with her angelic system and will maybe make things worse than they are now?"
"Well, I don't know what else to do, Andrew!" She snapped at him, her concern fueling her temper, "I can't stand seeing that little angel like this."
"I don't like it either, Tess," He replied softly, with a look letting her know that he was not the enemy here, only one who was equally concerned for his dear friend.
"I know that, baby," She sighed, her voice softer this time, "But I have to do something, even if it isn't the right thing. Maybe they can tell us something that we aren't doing for her," She returned her attention to the phone in her hand as the receptionist picked up once again, "Yes, I need to schedule an appointment for a friend."
"Do you think she is that upset over being pulled off this case, Tess?" Andrew asked, his green eyes filled with worry.
"I'm not sure, baby, but something about this isn't sitting right with me. Generally, she'd be pleased at the three of us having some time together, but she certainly is keeping to herself tonight."
"Something certainly doesn't feel right," He frowned, knowing it really wasn't like his friend to sulk.
"Well, hopefully by morning, she'll be back to her old self, Angel Boy," Tess ventured to say, "C'mon, I'll brew us a pot of coffee and you and I can have a catch up," Seeing him nod his head in agreement, though his eyes still shone with worry, the two of them headed back to the kitchen.
* * * * * *
Tess was awakened from a sound sleep by the sound of her young charge in the next bed whimpering softly in her sleep. The older angel sighed as she wearily sat up and called out to her friend, "Monica? Wake up, baby."
Getting no answer, Tess frowned as she got up and approached her friend's bed, moving to brush the hair from Monica's face and finding her hair damp and her face hot to the touch, "Good heavens, baby, you are burning up," She muttered softly.
"Tess?" Monica choked out weakly, managing to open her tired brown eyes. "I'll be right back, baby. You've apparently managed to catch some kind of flu or something so let me get you something cool for your head and something for you to drink. You just rest, baby," Giving her friend's shoulder a gentle, reassuring squeeze, the older angel hurried from the room, nearly colliding with Andrew.
"Tess?" His face was a mask of concern, reading the look on the supervising angel's face.
"Monica's sick, Angel Boy. She's running a high fever from what I can tell. Will you sit with her while I grab her some juice and a cool cloth?"
"I'll get a washcloth from the bathroom, Tess," He told her, his angelic instincts to care for another taking over as he headed to do just that. Wringing out a cool washcloth, he headed for the room his two friends were sharing, "Hey, Angel Girl," He called out softly, sitting down on the edge of her bed.
"Hey yourself," She whispered, closing her eyes as she felt his hand on her forehead.
"Tess tells me you're not feeling so good, sweetie," He frowned, feeling how hot she was, before he laid the cool cloth across her forehead.
"Everything aches, Andrew, including my head," Monica managed weakly, though her voice held a tinge of fear, "What's wrong with me? I've never felt like this before."
"I'm not sure, Angel Girl, but my guess is that you have what humans call the flu. The bad news is that you're going to feel like this for a day or two, but the good news is that is all the longer it usually lasts, then you'll feel good as new again." His hand moved to stroke her hair as she let out a soft moan as she tried to get comfortable, "And here I thought you just didn't like my cooking." He teased gently, with a wink in her direction. Monica managed a soft laugh, just as Tess came back into the room, carrying a glass of juice, "No, your cooking was fine. I just didn't feel very hungry."
"All the more reason to get this into you," Tess responded as she approached with the glass of juice, "C'mon, baby, drink up."
As the youngest angel struggled to sit up despite the aches and pains that surged through her with each movement, she felt Andrew's arms around her, helping her up and she cast him a grateful look. She managed to drink most of the juice, before Andrew helped her return to her pillow. The effort seemed to have exhausted her however, as a moment later she was asleep.
With a sigh, Tess readjusted the cloth on Monica's forehead, as she exchanged a glance with Andrew, who continued to stroke the younger angel's auburn hair, "You thinking it's the flu, baby?"
Andrew nodded his head, "Of course, Tess. What else could it be?"
* * * * * *
But three days later, Andrew and Tess both were wondering what else it could be, as the youngest angel showed no sign of improvement. Monica scarcely had enough energy to get out of bed as her fever continued to rage, and the other two angels were hard pressed to get anything to eat into her body. All she wanted to do was sleep and Tess and Andrew were growing more alarmed by the hour as their prayers went unanswered. Their concern was quickly turning to fear for the little angel who they both loved dearly, though Andrew was still surprised when Tess picked up the phone to call the doctor.
"Tess," He implored her, as his friend waited on hold, "What are they going to do? Give her some drug that will mess with her angelic system and will maybe make things worse than they are now?"
"Well, I don't know what else to do, Andrew!" She snapped at him, her concern fueling her temper, "I can't stand seeing that little angel like this."
"I don't like it either, Tess," He replied softly, with a look letting her know that he was not the enemy here, only one who was equally concerned for his dear friend.
"I know that, baby," She sighed, her voice softer this time, "But I have to do something, even if it isn't the right thing. Maybe they can tell us something that we aren't doing for her," She returned her attention to the phone in her hand as the receptionist picked up once again, "Yes, I need to schedule an appointment for a friend."