The silent and starry night fell gently over Bountiful and lulled its inhabitants either to a peaceful sleep or to a remarkable sky-watching experience. Whatever they did, those who lived in that small town would certainly feel their hearts lighter as the news about Monica's condition spread quickly and made a whole city celebrate the miracle they had prayed so much for.
Up in the woods that surrounded a cosy little cabin, the angel of death observed the stars and wondered what lied in his future and of Monica's, whose angelic form was resting peacefully inside the wooden little house. Sitting on the porch steps, with his elbows propped over his knees and hands conjoined, he worried about the repercussion of the unexpected romance that had suddenly taken over their hearts and souls. What would be of them when their superiors found that out? And what would be God's answer to the prayers he had lifted on that very night, begging for His mercy and for His blessing over their love?
Besides this, there was something else troubling his mind, something just as disturbing as Monica's previous condition: Tess' words about the Irish angel's memory when she finally woke up from the comma. What if Monica did not remember all those moments they spent together? What if only Andrew had to live with those memories for the rest of eternity, unable to share them with the one angel who was his soulmate?
He was lost in thoughts when his heart quickly detected another presence: Monica had not only awoken from her slight sleep but she had also got out of bed. A second later, he felt her gentle touch over his shoulder and immediately reached for her hand, pulling her to sit right next to him.
"Angel?"
"I woke up and you were not there..." She said, looking at him with questioning eyes.
"I'm sorry, baby. I thought you'd be asleep for a while, I didn't expect you to..." A smile crossed his lips as she sat down next to him and he saw that her cosmic form was nothing less than stunning - much different from the last time they had spoken. Now, a golden glow surrounded her, her eyes were sparkling and her face was a rosy, healthy one, graced by those meek Gaelic features that he would never get tired of gazing at. "...you are truly gorgeous, angel."
Slightly embarrassed by his flattering, she managed a shy smile. "I... remember the last time we spoke I was feeling a wee bit drowsy and so tired...I couldn't even talk to Tess properly...But now, I'm feeling so much better, Andrew."
The angel of death took her hand to his lips. "Well, I have the pleasure to inform you that I've been dismissed from my initial assignment. Your surgery went just fine and you're healing, Monica."
Her slight smile grew wider and was the best reward he could have had on that long and troubling day. "I am?"
"Yes, you are, baby!" He replied, and before he knew it, she was already wrapping her arms around his neck, in that always spontaneous way that nearly undid him. Andrew could feel her joy and relief and those sensations did bring him some peace as well. His worries, however, remained.
"The hospital staff and the entire city are lifting their prayers of thanks for your recovery, angel. Dr Richards and his team managed to remove the clot from your brain and the swelling is reducing." He said, stroking her long auburn hair and taking the most of that affectionate embrace before pulling away to look at her face. "You're still unconscious but the medication will be reduced slowly. You were a fighter."
"I don't think I'd have managed to go through it without an angel by my side..." She replied, tilting her head and eyeing with so much love that his heart ached.
But Tess's words to him returned to his mind on the following moment and he could not hide the sadness that they brought to his heart. How could he ever lose Monica's love after having it?
