Written by Kimberley Comeaux
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Jeremy Parish thought he'd lost his mind when she appeared. She
didn't walk to him, she didn't come from behind a bush. She
Maybe it was time for a check-up.
The vision...giggled. "You are
not hallucinating. I'm very real. But please don't be
Surprisingly, he wasn't afraid. He felt as though a
blanket of warmth had spread over him. "Who are you?"
She smiled and a glow lit her
pretty face. "I'm an angel. And I've come to tell you that
you're in the wrong place!" Jeremy studied her with fascination.
She had beautiful red hair that fell in curls to her waist. She
wore a soft flowing dress that fell about her ankles. He noticed
that she was standing barefoot on the snow, but didn't seem to be
affected by the cold. One thing bothered him, however.
"You don't have wings."
She giggled again. "Of course,
not. Now, come with me...we don't have much time."
Jeremy looked at her with
confusion. "Where are we going? This isn't like a Scrooge
thing where you take me back in time, is it? Because I'm a pretty
"No, no. Nothing like that.
Now, come on!" She whirled around and Jeremy jumped up to
follow her, although he had no idea why!
They walked for about 20 yards when
suddenly they came upon a clearing in the park. A young woman was
being pushing around by a big man wearing a mask. She looked badly
hurt. "Is this why you brought me here?" he asked as he
turned to the angel, but she was not there.
She had vanished as quickly as she
He turned back to the violent scene
and did the first thing he thought of. He ran over to the man and
his victim and yelled, "Stop!"
This startled the man and he turned
to Jeremy, dropping the woman carelessly to the ground. He noticed
vaguely that she didn't move, before the man launched himself on
Jeremy. Jeremy stumbled back but didn't fall. He pushed at the man
and was overwhelmed at the stench radiating from him. The attacker
barely budged and before he knew it was coming, a fist smash
against Jeremy's eye. He groaned and staggered again. He was just
about to go back after the guy, when he noticed the man was
looking over his shoulder with a horrified expression on his face.
Jeremy looked back to see what he saw, and saw his angel standing
there. Only this time she did have wings. HUGE wings. And on top
of her red head was a halo that shone more like a spotlight than a
heavenly beacon. The man opened his mouth, then shut it. He shook
his head in bewilderment, then ran for his life.
Jeremy turned back to the angel.
"I thought you didn't have wings!"
The angel merely smiled. Or was it
a knowing smirk? "They come in handy sometimes," she
brushed off with a casual wave of her hand.
Jeremy scratched his head.
She interrupted him. "You need
to check on the young woman, Jeremy," she prodded gently then
disappeared, once again.
As he turned towards the poor
victim, still laying on the ground, he felt a pang of guilt at
forgetting about her. He ran over to her and quickly felt of her
pulse. She was alive, he realized with relief.
Carefully he brushed the snow that
was mangled with blood away from her face. It was dark, she was
covered in blood and bruises, but it did not stop Jeremy's breath
from catching at the sight of her.
She was so very beautiful.
Shaking off the odd feelings that
had come over him, he quickly began checking to see if she had any
broken bones, or other injuries. He noticed that she was dressed
simply, in jeans and a sweatshirt. A worn blue jean jacket was all
she wore to keep her warm.
When he concluded that most of her
injury was to her head, and that she was still not coming to, he
whipped out his cell phone and pressed one of his auto-dial
"Yes, this Dr. Parish. I need
paramedics to come to the south west end of Central Park. There is
a mugging victim here who is unconscious, but vitals seem to be
ok. " He paused. "I'll be waiting."
"Where did you find her
again?" Dr. Blaine Horton asked Jeremy as they looked down on
the still unconscious woman.
Jeremy thought a moment and decided
to skip the part about the angel showing him the way to her.
"I came across her as she was being attacked," he
explained evasively with a shrug.
Blaine let out a low whistle.
"Looks like he got you pretty good. You're lucky he didn't
have a gun."
Jeremy slowly touched the puffy
purple skin surrounding his eye and winced. "I didn't even
think about that," he admitted.
Blaine snorted. "You do-gooder
types never do." They both looked back at the woman.
"What are we supposed to do with her? She has no ID no way to
contact family and no one paying the bills, here, Jer. This isn't
a charity hospital. She can't stay here, you know."
Jeremy didn't know what possessed
him to say it, but he did. "I'll be responsible for
Blaine looked at him like he was
nuts. "Come on, Jer. I know she's a pretty face, but you
don't know this woman. I mean, look at her clothes. She doesn't
look the type that will be able to pay you back. In fact, she'll
probably skip out of here, the first chance she gets, once she
Jeremy searched deep inside himself
and knew he had to follow what his heart was telling him. There
was something about this woman. Something that drew him like
nothing else on earth ever had before. He knew that he was
destined to find her. The angel's appearance was proof of it.
But he couldn't give Blaine an
answer like that. He liked his friend that he'd known since
college, but he also knew that Blaine was superficial. He wouldn't
want to hear it.
"Let's just say I have the
Christmas Spirit...my good deed for the year!"
"Well, it looks like your
'good deed' is about to wake up. Hopefully it will be to tell us
her insurance number," he quipped looking pointedly at
Jeremy. Blaine tugged on the stethoscope around his neck and
started towards the door. "I'll leave her to you. Let me know
what happens." Jeremy nodded absently, but kept his eyes on
the waking woman. "I will."
Her head was pounding and her mouth
was dry. That was only the first thoughts that ran through her
mind as she began to come into consciousness. After that it just
got worse, as her brain began receiving signals from all over her
body that it was in pain.
When she decided to open her eyes,
it took a great effort. She wanted to float back into that black
void where she'd come from, where everything was peaceful and
painless. She'd heard the most soothing voice there. A deep voice
of that belonging to a man.
Then she heard his voice again.
This time it was louder and close. She knew that if she could just
open her eyes, she'd see him.
Slowly she did just that. The light
was dimmed in the room, but she could see him.
"That's it, honey. Open those
beautiful eyes. You're doing just fine," the voice coaxed.
For a moment, she stared at him. He
was so comforting to look upon. It was the eyes mostly. They were
such a warm shade of green. Like fresh leaves in the springtime.
They were framed by thick, dark, brown lashes. The same color as
his wavy hair. And his face...ah, it was so handsome, so strong. A
part of her felt like she knew him. But reason told her that he
was a stranger.
He smiled a smile that made her
heart melt. "Hey there. I was wondering what color eyes would
go with that pretty face, now I know. In fact I have a cat with
just that particular shade of gold," he teased as he brought
out a pen light and checked them. "Well, they look clear. How
do you see? Is there one of me or two?"
She tried to smile but found it
painful. "Just one," she whispered in a hoarse voice.
The doctor clicked off his light
and slid it into his pocket. "Do you have a name that goes
along with those cat eyes?" he teased.
She started to answer, but a cough
"Here." He handed her a
cup of water. "Just take a little sip. Not too much."
She did as she was told, though it
was hard. She felt so thirsty.
"Better?" the kind doctor
She nodded. "My name
Her room door suddenly burst open.
It was another doctor. Only his face was serious, with none of the
kindness and concern that was clearly written in her
"Oh, good, you're awake. How
are you feeling?"
he asked without preamble, but
didn't wait for her answer. He turned to the doctor beside him.
"Were you able to get her information?"
Jeremy glared at Blaine. "I
was about to before you barged in here," he said with a
"Are you needing my insurance
information?" the woman spoke up from behind them.
Jeremy turned to her and smoothed
his features. "There's no hurry. We just need your name and
who you'd like for us to contact, in case there is a family member
or...husband who might be worried." The 'husband' part was
hard to say, and as he said it he prayed she didn't have one.
His prayer was answered. "I'm
not married and my family live in Louisiana. But I do have
"Great! I'll send someone from
finance to get your information." And with that Blaine left
Jeremy turned back to the woman.
"I'm so sorry. Dr. Horton's bedside manner needs work, I'm
"That's okay," she
shrugged off. A weariness washed over her bruised face and she
yawned. "I'm sorry. I'm just so tired."
Jeremy patted her hand. "Close
your eyes and get some rest. I'll check back on you in a little
He knew watching her drift off to
sleep had nothing to do with him as a doctor and everything to do
with him as a man. He honestly didn't know what was wrong with
him. He just knew that, no matter what, he was going to get to
know her. Make her a part of his life...if she'd let him.
As he left the room and walked down
the quiet hallway, he passed the chapel. He suddenly stopped then
retraced his steps to the chapel door. He'd been in this room many
times to inform families of the status of their loved ones they
were praying so faithfully for. He'd never been here alone. But
today, he walked in and sat on the front bench.
Jeremy let the quietness surround
him and he focused his attention on the stain glass in front of
"It's so peaceful in here,
Jeremy didn't even flinch when the
melodic voice spoke right beside him. His angel was back.
He turned to her and returned her
infectious smile. "Your not going to get me beat up again,
She shook her head and Jeremy heard
the faint sound of bells tinkling. "I wanted to make sure you
understood about the young woman."
Jeremy's forehead creased with
concern. "What do you mean?"
"She's your answer to prayer.
And you're her answer, also."
Jeremy thought back a couple of
weeks, when he'd been staring out his window and watched an
elderly couple walk along the sidewalk. They'd been so fascinating
to watch. They held on to each other and smiled frequently at the
other. You could practically feel the love that radiated from
them. Jeremy remember looking up to the sky and praying, "Oh,
God if your up there, please bring me a love like that. I'm so
tired of being alone."
He looked at the angel. "You
"Yes. She is your
The angel turned around toward the
back of the chapel. "And he is yours."
Jeremy turned and saw the young
woman standing in the doorway, wrapped in a hospital blanket. He
quickly jumped up and helped her to a pew. "You shouldn't be
up," he scolded.
She reached for his hand and held
it tightly. "I had to come. I can't explain it....I felt as
though something was leading me here." Her eyes filled with
tears. "The angel is right. I've been praying a long time for
the right man. A man with kindness in his eyes and caring in his
voice. When I opened my eyes and saw you, I knew it was you."
She then lowered her eyes and let out a sigh. "I must sound
like a lunatic."
Jeremy gently place his hand on her
face and lifted it so that he could look into her eyes. "No.
If you are, then I must be too. I've been talking to angels, for
They both laughed at that. Jeremy
continued. "I don't know you, or anything about you, but I
want to." He chuckled. "As a matter of fact, I don't
even know your name?"
"Oh...You might not believe
it," she said with a look of chagrin. "My name
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