Chris came over to his mother worriedly.

She sat resting beside his fallen brother with her hand holding his brothers clammy hand in faith that he would wake up soon miraculously. He didn't know what to do or say that would comfort her. He'd never been good at that kind of thing. Sarcasm was his forte not comfort.

Yet he wanted her comforted. He wanted to make sure she was okay. The way she had acted earlier had freaked him out. His mother had never been so ruthless towards anyone. Demons had come and gone that she had vanquished and none of them had brought out the kind of cruelty in her that he had seen that day.

She had been someone he didn't recognize.

He could tell with each passing second that his mother was drowning even more in her worries and even more in her guilt.

If anyone was guilty it was him.

He had been there when the girl had come and he hadn't even been able to hurt her. He'd went straight into the room recklessly and he'd learned his lesson. His mother had almost died because of his recklessness let alone his baby sister. If he had stayed behind and tried to help Wyatt vanquish her instead of went after Phoebe and Paige this may have all changed.

Wyatt may not have been laying there unconscious.

Chris hated them for making him go. Sure, his mother and Wyatt had thought it'd be easier to get him out of there to bring everyone home to restore the power of three, but that hadn't worked. If they hadn't made him leave like they always did during a battle then maybe Wyatt would be okay right now.

Maybe, Wyatt and he could have vanquished the girl together.

He went to his silently dazed mother and placed a hand over her shoulder. She barely even noticed what he had done. Instead, she was staring into the living room at something he couldn't see.

Her knuckles were so white the way they were holding Wyatt's hand so hard. Chris wished he could somehow comfort her, but he couldn't.

Instead, he worried with her.

"Mom? Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, softly.

"Chris, I'm fine," she answered slowly coming out of her faze.

"Yeah, but she froze you mom. Literally. You could still be suffering from hypothermia or something," he tried.

"What?" Piper asked, incredulously.

"It's just that Leo healed Wyatt, but he's not awake. You unfroze. You're lucky, but how lucky? What if there's still some kind of impression on you from her freezing you?"

"Oh, honey. It's nice of you to worry about me, but..... You, I should be worrying about you more. She electrocuted you. We should get Leo back down here to make sure you are okay." Piper said, patting Chris's hand. Then she opened her mouth to call for Leo.

"No, mom! Don't. He's trying to work fast. This'll only slow him down," Chris disagreed, quickly.

"Chris, I can't not worry about you. It's my job." Piper responded, frowning.

"Look, I'm fine," Chris replied waving a hand over himself to prove it. "Wyatt isn't. Let's focus on him now."

Chris looked down at his older brother. He had never seen him down for so long. He didn't know how to react to it. He kept imagining that Wyatt was just playing some kind of childish game on all of them like he had when they were kids.

"I'm going to orb Wyatt to his room. He can't stay out here on the stairs the whole time," Chris told Piper as he went over on the other side of Wyatt to reach down for his hand.

"No!" Piper cried, quickly standing up.

"What? Why? What's the purpose of leaving him here?" Chris asked, as he waved his hands at the disaster scene around them. He was starting to believe that his mom was losing it.

"No, take him up and lay him on the bed in the attic," Piper replied.

"The attic, but mom she's there! He'll be a sitting duck," Chris cried.

"Don't argue with me, young man. Just do it," she ordered, flinging her hands up in anger. Incidentally, the closest thing in her range blew up. Which happened to be the old grandfather clock. "Oh, not the clock again." she whined.

"This isn't right," Chris argued.

"Hey, no lip from you, young man." Piper responded pointing her finger at him and resting her other hand on her hip stubbornly.

Chris sighed. He didn't agree at all with what she was doing. It was a suicide mission. But he gave up the fight for now. He wouldn't be able to win the argument without help from Paige or Phoebe anyways.

He did as his mother said and orbed his brother to the attic.