Andrew and Tess watched with great expectation and some apprehension as their dearest friend slowly started to regain consciousness. The two angels were in human form and under that condition they had never felt their hearts racing like they were at that moment.
After a long minute, Monica let out a slight sigh and her eyelashes fluttered open, the brightness of the cold and white room immediately blinding her for a moment, causing her to shut her eyes closed in reflex.
"Angel?" Along with the beep of the machines connected to her human form, Andrew's low voice was the first sound that reached her ears, and it caused her to make a new attempt in opening her eyes.
"Baby, can you hear us?" Tess' voice came next, as a message that wherever she was, the little Irish angel was surrounded by her two most loved friends and it encouraged her to insist in regaining fully consciousness.
Tess and Andrew exchanged a worried glance and turned their eyes back at Monica as she moved her head again, blinking several times before focusing her doe-like pools at the two silhouettes that stood by her bed.
"Monica? Angel, are you awake?" The blond angel insisted.
"Andrew..." His name pronounced by her sweet lips was like a breath of fresh air after so much suffering. If she would remember their romance and all the dreams, it would be yet to be revealed and he would wait patiently until then. The most important now was to see the one living creature he loved so much recovering and turning to her own self again.
Andrew took her hand to his lips and stroked her hair. "I'm here, angel..."
Monica's eyes focused on him and a shy, tired smile appeared on her face. Then, she turned her eyes to Tess and her eyes also sparkled with emotion.
"Tess..."
"Hi, baby! My angel girl, we're both here with you!"
Monica made a brief pause and frowned with confusion. "What...is this place?"
The two angels looked at each other again, not sure of the best way to answer to that question. It was Tess who spoke first, as Andrew turned his face away with some hopelessness - that simple question could confirm what he feared the most: Monica's not remembering of her last few days.
"You're at Bountiful City Hospital, baby."
"H-hospital?"
"Yes. You were at the St. Patrick's Elementary School, remember?"
Monica closed her eyes for a couple of moments and then suddenly the fire and the children's cries for help all became clear to her.
"The children!" She suddenly said, her eyes open once again and an expression of fear on her face.
"They are alright, angel! They are all fine!" Andrew was quick to speak, gently placing his hands on her shoulders as she made a quick move to lift them from the bed.
"But there was a fire and three other children got lost-"
"Sarah, Jimmy and Nick, we know. They're all safe and sound and have already gone home." He said.
"Really?" The relief that flashed through her eyes was nearly palpable.
"Yes, baby. You rescued them and managed to remove all children from the school when the fire started." The supervisor explained, and Monica's heartbeats slowly regained normal pace.
"It couldn't be any different as God sent the perfect angel to watch over all those children." Andrew spoke, taking a cup of water with a straw. "Here, sweetie. Drink some..."
