Piper walked into the hospital, completely oblivious to her surroundings. She stopped walking and stood in the middle of the chaotic room, looking lost and out of place. She received dirty looks from the people who moved around her as she obstructed their paths, but either didn't notice or didn't care. Luckily, Phoebe spotted her before she could do any really damage.

She called to her from her seat. "Piper!"

Piper looked in the direction of where the voice originated and settled her gaze on Phoebe, though her eyes were dazed and unfocused. She made no effort to move, so Phoebe stood from her chair and walked to Piper.

When she got up to her, she pulled her into a tight hug. Piper didn't return the hug, but left her arms hanging limply at her sides.

Noticing this, Phoebe pulled away and looked at her sister. Again, Piper didn't respond to the connection and remained in a world of her own.

As if coming out of a daze herself, Phoebe released Piper completely and frantically looked at the area around Piper.

"Piper, where are the boys?"

This seemed to register with Piper, as her gaze lifted from the floor to meet Phoebe's.

"Leo…I called Leo…"

Phoebe nodded weakly, and the two sisters remained motionless and silent. After a few moments of this, Piper pursed her lips and squeezed her eyes shut painfully.

Phoebe understood her sisters expression and gently guided her to the waiting room. Piper and Phoebe sat silently, Piper's eyes still closed, and Phoebe's red from tears.

"They won't tell me what's going on…" Phoebe said anxiously. Her eyes darted to the nurse behind the counter. She was talking to a man, and he was visibly growing more agitated by the second, as Phoebe had just minutes before. She felt no compassion for the nurse as she watched the man berate her – admittedly, she found it satisfying. Logically, Phoebe knew the nurse was not at fault, but logical thinking flew out the window the minute she saw her motionless baby sister at the base of the stairs.

Piper nodded, keeping her eyes closed. She opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it and closer her mouth again. Once she collected her thoughts, she opened her mouth to speak again and was pleased that her voice came out calm and controlled.

"I…hate this."

At this, Phoebe let out a wet sob and a dry laugh.

Piper opened her eyes a little and looked at Phoebe. Once the contact was made, both sisters began laughing loudly, though the laughter was tainted by tears, and soon, the laughter was gone and only the tears remained.

Neither sister knew how long they sat there, holding the other's hand and squirming uncomfortably in the hard hospital chairs. Eventually, their tears became silent, and soon enough, they stopped all together, though their destructive residue remained on the girls' faces.

Everywhere around them people were moving – some were screaming and some were crying, some looked like they were coming and some looked like they were going, some were eating and some were pacing – the sister's noticed nothing. Time, noise, touch, smell, and sight all became irrelevant, each dripping away like misplaced icicles. The sister's were still. The sister's were quiet. The sister's sat hand in hand. The sister's did nothing. The sister's did something. The sister's waited. Waited. Waited.