Author's Note: Mm... Didn't get many reviews on the prologue, which is kind of sad. Oh well. I'm having a bit of fun with this at the moment so I hope you enjoy this next chapter.

Angels Without Wings

Chapter Two

"Doctor Monaghan, you're needed in recovery. There's a need for refill on antibiotics."

Mischa Monaghan, the medical student that worked as an intern at Cook County General, looked up from a chart she had been holding. She gave a nod to her boss, Kerry Weaver, changing her direction to make her way to Recovery. On each of the reports she had, the patients' complaints of pain had ceased once she had worked her "magic" on them. In reality, she had used her healing powers when no one was watching her so that the patient could be on their way home on the same day. Her fellow doctors and nurses, whom had no idea how people were recuperating so quickly, considered it a strange phenomenon. They found it even stranger that it was the patients that Mischa had interacted with that were the ones who were healthy within a few hours.

As she entered, she found a young boy who looked no older than eleven lying in his hospital bed, a bored expression on his face. Mischa smiled a little and came closer, sitting in the chair next to him. "Hola, Christian. How're you feeling today?"

With a shrug, Christian looked over at her. "I don't know... I ran out of books to read."

"I meant the pain in your back, sweetie."

"Oh... Not so bad. They said someone was coming to give me some more medicine."

"That would be me," replied Mischa as pulled a bottle of pills out of her lab coat pocket, "I was told you could swallow these now. Are you okay with that?"

"Yeah... It's just like at home."

"Then here are two pills for now and the nurse will give you another two later on today, all right? They're going to make you really sleepy, too." She poured two white pills into Christian's hand.

Christian nodded once and popped one in his mouth, swallowed, then took the next one. Standing up, Mischa looked at the pile of books he had read and shook her head. "I'll see if I can find something for you to read when you wake up."

She watched Christian turn over on his side to go to sleep and Mischa took her leave, coming out into the hall.

I should have healed him... Mischa thought. He really needs to get better.

The truth was, Mischa could not just heal anyone that she chose to. There were certain patients that she had been assigned to that needed to live for specific purposes. Of course, she was never told why, just that their life meant something significant to the world.

Apparently, Christian's life didn't matter.

Mischa was suddenly startled out of her thoughts when a taller figure was suddenly looming over her. She looked upward with a gulp, finding Doctor Luka Kovac with his arms across his chest, a stern expression on his face.

"Why aren't you working?"

"Uh..." Mischa searched for an excuse.

"The ER is a busy place. You can't just stand around, Dr. Monaghan. We need help all the time."

"I'll get right to it, sir," she replied in a timid tone, hurrying past the Croatian with her head lowered.

Luka watched Mischa go, an eyebrow raising with interest. He could sense the nervousness coming from the new doctor, mostly around him. There was something that wasn't right about it, either. It wasn't as if she was shyly attracted to him and was too reserved to say anything else to him. The impression he got from her was fear and suspicion. Perhaps it would be best if he looked into the matter with Doctor Monaghan. She was hiding something and he certainly intended to find out what that something was.

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The last thing that I want to do was be near that Luka Kovac fellow, especially since he rubs me the wrong way. My empathy was heightened ever since I became a whitelighter and I always felt that there was something wrong with Kovac. He isn't like the other doctors nor is he like me. In fact, the guy has an evil presence surrounding him and every time I catch a glimpse of his dark eyes, I get chills.

Sometimes, I wish I could talk to someone about this entire thing. When I think about it, I want to laugh and cry at the same time. It would be hilarious to walk up to one of my friends at the hospital and say, "Hey, I have a bad feeling about Kovac. Why? Well, I'm actually dead but came back to life as an angel and have been running around, healing people this whole time! Isn't that funny?" Then we would laugh and joke about it and everything would be all right again. I wouldn't have to feel so alone all the time.

You know what? It's really hard to accept the fact that I am alone. I'm in this hospital, saving the world one patient at a time. Sure, I'm willing to bet there are plenty of other whitelighters out there but none are close enough to come into contact with. Perhaps one day, luck will be on my side again and I'll be able to make a friend that I can really talk to. As for now, I have to get used to the idea that having a friend may never happen and I may never even find a lover.

I'm a romantic, if you haven't guessed by now.

It's about time I get some work done around here. My senses are pulling me to trauma where a stab-wound victim has just come in.

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"His pulse is failing!" Abby Lockhart yelled at the other doctors as he attempted to suppress the uncontrollable bleeding in the wounded victim.

As the team scrambled to save the life of the middle-aged woman, Mischa came into the room while putting on a mask. The patient was losing blood too fast and her life was on the line. Her eyes shifted to Abby and she scuffled over to her. "I'll try and stop the bleeding. You have more experience than I do."

"If you say so, Monaghan..." Abby sounded unsure of herself but let Mischa take over the suppressing of the stab wound. "Get some blood bags in here!"

Mischa looked down at the patient with a frown, placing her hand firmly on the woman's stomach. After a moment, warm sensation circulated from her palm into the woman's injury, slowly closing it up. Glancing upward, she made sure no one had been paying attention to what she had just done. The heart monitor began beeping regularly and Mischa quickly tore her hand away as the woman began to wake.

Doctors stopped in their tracks, wide eyed as the patient sat up, looking completely healthy.

"What the hell...?" Abby said quietly to herself, nearly dropping the blood bag in her hands.

Mischa shook her head, acting as if she had no idea as to what had just happened. Instead, she just backed off and took off her bloody gloves, tossing them in the trashcan.

All in a day's work.