Back at the mansion the girls discussed their whitelighter's condition, clearly worried for him.

Pipers anger had completely fizzled out overtaken by her overbearing urge to mother the boy, feeling guilty for calling him in the first place," He looked so sick, the poor boy shouldn't of even been out of bed."

He had looked so strung out and pale darks circle under his tired green eyes, yet the boy was still so determined. Doing everything to keep her son from turning evil.

And this is how she thanked him, calling him out at five in the morning so she could interrogate him…had she really stooped that low.

Paige rest a hand on Pipers shoulder, being awoken by the commotion," Oh Piper I'm sure he doesn't blame you." She consoled her," You didn't know."

Trying to ease her sisters guilt while somehow stirring up her own guilt.

If Chris hadn't sneezed, the probably wouldn't have known the poor kid was sick in the first place…did they really pay that little attention to him.

What if he had gone out like that and had gotten hurt…and they would of never known.

They could at least care a little more about him, it wasn't like he knew anyone else in the past…he was all on his own…

Those thoughts mad her heart ache even more for Chris.

Phoebe could sense her sister's sadness and guild deciding to lighten the mood," Well there's still time to fix things." She spoke up getting up from her seat," Right now we've got a sick whitlighter to take care of." She said.

Piper smiled feeling a little better," Yeah your right, I'll go make some soup." She said getting up filled with determination.

Chris was forced to pause his work when he broke into harsh fit of coughing that nearly bent him in half at the waist. His body just was wasn't having it today, a congested sneeze tearing through his throat.

He winced snagging a tissue from his slowly depleting box, blowing his sore nose for the millionth time that day. Adding the soggy crumpled paper to his growing pile.

He may not be able to hunt demons but he still had work to do.

The sisters were probably overjoyed with the idea of not being bothered about hunting demons for a few days.

It made him sad to think about…he'd expected a little bit of suspicion when he came back but…they really didn't like him at all.

He pushed these thoughts out of his fevered brain, as focusing on them was only distracting them. Trying to get back to his work, but the words were blurring on the page.

Groaning he rest his head on the cool surface of the desk feeling sick and miserable.

It was day like this when all he wanted to do was confess his secret and ask his mommy to make him a bowl of soup…it was childish he knew this but…he missed it so much.

He sat up rubbing his forehead, no he had to stay strong for the sake of the future.

Not getting ten minutes in before stifling a miserable sneezing fit, making his head spin," God I hate being sick." He mumbled.

He knew he had to get back to his research but he was just so tired, so he laid his head back down letting his mind wander.

Chris's mind drifted back to his childhood, wondering if Leo would worry about him like the sisters had…probably not Leo had never liked him very much…

Not even when he was a child… he never had time for Chris not even when he was sick. Never healing him, telling him to suck it up that it was just a little cold.

But god forbid his precious first born caught a sniffle, he was all over that.

He closed his eye sniffling letting tears slip down his cheeks, his heart aching for the kind of love he never received from his father.

Taking a deep breath he sat back up roughly wiping the tears away, he had to keep working…he had to change things…

~Authors notes~

Finished another chapter I hope it's good.

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Peace out Homies!