Monica screamed out in pain and sunk to her knees as Satan wrenched the bloodied dagger free from the angel's body. Andrew now wasted no time in hauling his arms away from Gregory and racing to his friend's side. "No!" He shouted as he dropped to his knees next to her, supporting her slumping upper body for her with one hand on her shoulder, as she supported herself with one hand resting on the ground and the other clutching her wound in agony. Her eyes were squeezed shut and every muscle in her body tight with excruciating pain.
"Come Kathleen, Gregory. The job is done." Satan told his demons in a quiet, confident voice as he turned to leave. He paused momentarily, only to glance back over his shoulder with one last piece of information for Andrew and Gloria. "She won't survive the night." He assured them with an evil smirk before fading away into the night with the others.
Andrew turned his attention to Gloria, who stood next to him in shock. "Gloria, hurry. Go get help!" He ordered, not bothering with manners. Gloria didn't seem to care about manners anyway, for she then turned and bolted away down the alleyway in search of their co-workers.
Andrew then returned his attention to his wounded friend, as she slid her knees from under her and moved herself into a laying position in Andrew's arms. "No, no don't lay down. For Heaven's sake, don't lay down." Andrew begged her as tears began to stream from his eyes once again, but she couldn't help it. She had to lie down. "I'm sorry…Andrew." She gasped painfully as she allowed her friend to support the small weight of her upper body yet again. Andrew held her for a moment as blood began to spread rapidly across her shirt.
"Oh, Monica, hold on. Please hold on." He pleaded through tears as he stared down at her, almost unable to believe that this was his once proud, cheerful friend. But Monica gasped for air as she held her stomach with both hands, as if trying to stop the blood from flowing. "I can't." She whispered so quietly that Andrew had to almost bend down further to hear. "Yes you can." Andrew replied in an equally quiet whisper. "I know you can. Tess and the others are on their way and…" but Monica didn't give him a chance to finish as she knew better than he of the outcome of all this. "No, Andrew. I can feel it." She told him as frightened tears of her own found their way down her angelic features.
"Monica, please. Don't you dare let them take you like this." Her friend begged as he held her. "Don't you dare leave us." But his pleas fell on deaf ears as Monica's harsh breaths became more shallow and Andrew felt her body tense again as pain wracked her tiny frame. "I'm sorry, Andrew. I love you." She told her friend honestly as she began to feel herself shutting down and her eyelids growing heavy. But Andrew wouldn't have it. "Monica no! I love you too much to let you go. Please…" But it was too late as Andrew suddenly felt her body go limp in his arms and he suddenly realized…he was alone.