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She woke up early in the morning, their room barely lit and the air cold around her. She felt an arm lying heavily over her waist and tried to come away from under it but failed miserably. She sighed.

''Cole?''

She pinched his nose impatiently. He stirred.

''Hmmh.'', he murmured sleepily, still not opening his eyes.

''I need to get up.''

He half-opened one eye and looked at her.

''No.''

She let out an annoyed sigh. ''Just -'', she began but stopped when she noticed him snoring quietly with closed eyes next to her.

''DEMON!'', she yelled and he jerked up in bed, his right hand already holding a fire ball.

''Where? WHERE? I can't see any demon!'' He looked around frantically. Phoebe shrugged while leaving the room and closing the bathroom door behind her.

He scowled, the fire ball vanishing from his hand and he was about to pull the sheets over him again when he heard Phoebe vomiting in the bathroom. He quickly got up and hurried to the bathroom door before knocking quietly.

''Phoebe?''

He heard the toilet flush.

''What?'', she said stepping out of the room and heading down the dark stairs, Cole following behind.

''You okay?'', he asked tentatively, grabbing her wrist. She turned around to face him.

''I'm fine.'' He opened his mouth to protest but she cut him off. ''Perfectly fine, okay?''

She pulled her hand away from his and walked the last steps down, then entered the kitchen.

She heard him enter behind her and took out two cups from the cupboard.

''You want some coffee too?''

He sat down on a stool near her and nodded. ''Sure.''

''So, ... do you have a busy schedule for today?'', she asked while rummaging in a drawer for sugar.

''No, I guess. I have only two meetings planned for today, one with your dad and the other one with some snobbish business idiot.'', he answered and took the cup gratefully from her hand. ''Thanks.''

They each took a sip.

''What about you?'', he asked.

''I don't have much to do today either. I answered most of the letters yesterday but I think I'll get dressed now anyway.'' She placed her cup carefully on the counter and headed upstairs to change.

Cole spilled his coffee over the table when the phone rang loudly. He swore under his breath and grabbed it from the counter behind him.

''Turner.''

''Good morning. Is Ms Halliwell available to talk to?'', the person on the other end responded.

He heard the shower run. ''Uhm, no, she isn't but maybe I can take the message?''

The person hesitated. ''Well, I guess that's okay. I'm Dr Walters, Ms Halliwell's doctor and we just got back her test results. They're positive and tell her she should come to see me in a few weeks. She'll know what I mean.''

Cole frowned. ''It's nothing serious, is it? I'm her boyfriend. She's not sick, right? I mean, she would've told me -''

''No, she's not sick but it is indeed serious ... in a special way. See you soon, I guess.''

''Wha -'', he began but Dr Walters had already hung up.

''Positive ... positive what? Wait, she's not ... , is she?'', he muttered.

Just then Phoebe came walking into the kitchen, her hair wet and a smile on her face.

''God, am I the only one who would really like prickles with vanilla ice-cream right now?''

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Elle