When Prue arrived at the hospital, Phoebe was sitting comfortably, talking to Piper about what the latest news with Mark was. It was just small talk, really nothing too important, but it seemed to pass the time. When Piper caught a glimpse of Prue and saw the fresh tears in her eyes she got up and silently hugged her sister. She knew that Prue had begun to heal herself. Phoebe was not as easily forgiving and lay on the bed, looking out the window as Prue pulled up a chair. The nurse had come in and given her some vicodin to help ease the pain in Phoebe's knee. She knew that it wasn't a serious injury, being a gymnast for so many years she could judge what sort of injury it was. It felt like she'd sprained it, but she'd certainly done worse to herself in the past and competed through it.
"Hey Prue, I was going to go get a snack or something, you want?" Piper asked, getting up from the chair. She hoped her absence would force her two sisters to communicate with each other and eliminate the absolute silence that seemed to have been imposed on the room since Prue's arrival. Prue shook her head and handed Piper a couple dollars, then swung her feet over the arm of the chair Piper had been sitting in and stared at Phoebe. Piper gave Phoebe a kiss on the head and whispered, 'talk to her' before heading towards the door. "Okay, I'm just going to be in the cafeteria."
"We'll be fine Piper," Prue sighed, encouraging her sister to leave. "So, um, I'm sorry about this morning; not giving you a ride and all."
Phoebe turned her head towards Prue and said with an annoyed expression, "Whatever, it's not like I asked for a ride Prue."
"I didn't say you asked Phoebe. I'm just trying to apologize for not offering." Prue retorted.
"Whatever." Phoebe mumbled as she turned towards the window again. It was starting to rain again; sometimes it felt like it would never stop raining, and other times she was glad to have the rain out. At that moment she was just glad it gave her something to do other than talk to Prue.
"Look, Phoebe…" Prue started, "Sometimes I don't do the right thing you know? It's like… like remember when Grams told me I couldn't go to that sleepover because it was boy/girl but I went anyways? That was such a stupid thing to do and I regretted every minute of it but…"
"That was a long time ago Prue. I was only 9, I don't really remember it." Phoebe said, looking towards the door, hoping Piper would come in.
"My point was that I've done stupid things in the past and we've recovered, right? I mean this was another one of those crazy weeks where stuff goes wrong and…" Prue paused; Phoebe wasn't paying attention at all. "Phoebe what the hell are you staring at? Phoebe!"
Phoebe looked back at Prue, sweat beads forming on her forehead and neck. Her eyes were glazed over and her breathing was shallow. The room kept going in and out of focus while her stomach was churning, "Prue…"
In an instant Prue was up pressing the call button and running outside of the room looking for help. "Please, somebody help me!"
When the nurses and doctor arrived Phoebe was barely conscious and Prue was standing behind the professionals, not knowing what else to do. "Please you have to help her. We were just talking… that's all."
"Miss Halliwell, is your sister on any medications?" Dr. Goldstein asked quickly. Phoebe was not responding well to her vocal commands and was completely unable to respond.
"No, no of course not!" Prue shouted back with tears running down her cheeks.
"Are you sure?" the doctor asked, knowing that what they were witnessing could quite possibly be a drug interaction.
"Yes, of course I'm sure! She's just a kid!" Prue responded, crying out once again, "You have to help her."
Prue watched as they wheeled Phoebe out of the room and chased after her for a few paces. She collapsed into a chair, the sobs taking over her body. When she saw Piper walk over to her with a bagel in one hand and Prue's change in the other, she tried to dry her eyes, but it was too late. Piper came to a dead stop and whispered, "What is it?"
"They… they took her, I don't know, she just stopped talking and looked so pale." Prue hiccupped out. "I don't know what's wrong with her."
"Oh my G-d, Prue." Piper dropped her bagel and grabbed Prue's hands. "Oh my G-d Prue, do they know what it is?"
"No, no they don't know, I don't know, I don't know how we're supposed to find out. We were just sitting there talking and… I mean we were arguing… but I don't know. She just went pale and stopped talking… they came in and were asking all kinds of STUPID questions." Prue was starting to babble, "I mean why the hell would they think she was taking drugs, Piper? Why?"
"Oh no," Piper whispered and ran down the hall, searching for her sister and the doctor that was caring for her. She had to fix it, she knew that it was up to her, and began running faster as she thought of all the different things that could be happening to Phoebe. 'Please don't let her die, please don't let her die.' Piper prayed as she rushed on.