Andrew thought there was something beautiful about how humans slept. How they put away worry and rested. At least some of them did. Melinda Hutchinson seamed to be one of them. Unbotheed by the world. Her long silver hair spread across the pillow.
Andrews instructions had been clear. It was to be as peaceful and smooth as possible and he was not to wake her.
There was something good in knowing his assignment was ready and it was truly the right time.
Her breathing began to get shallow. He put his hand over hers.
"Hello Melinda. I'm Andrew."
Her mind was still asleep but it was her spirit he was talking to.
" I'm here to take you home.
I want you to know that there's nothing to be afraid of."
Her breathing was getting shallower
"Of course I know you know that but you don't know how beautiful it is there and you know he's waiting but you don't know how happy and excited he will be to see you there."
She started gasping. it was time. Her body struggled violently to keep going and then it stoped. Her heart starved of oxygen stopped beating. Her brain without blood flow shut down. And Andrew helped lift her spirit out of her dead body.
When she turned around to see and realized what happened she started singing.
"Just wait till you get there."
Andrew put his arm around her. He walked her out the door and into glory.
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The angel of death
FanfictionSome of Andrews cases require a lot of time and prep work many don't. Follow Andrew and other angels on there many assignments. Touched by an angel fanfiction. TW this is literally me making up charters so that I can imagine death and near death fr...
