Piper's P.O.V.

"I want to go home," Phoebe complained yet again.

"I know but they have to make sure you're okay," I repeated for the millionth time. Phoebe seemed to sense my frustration and leaned back on her bed, crossing her arms as she continued to sulk. The room seemed to feel empty; Grams had gone to work and there were no nurses to distract Phoebe so it was just her and me.

Phoebe suddenly moaned in pain and rubbed at her temples.

"Are you okay?" I asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I just have a headache," she replied. She saw my worried look and managed a small smile.

"Don't worry, I'll be okay," she said with a smile.

"Are you sure? Did you tell a doctor?"

"I'm fine Piper," Phoebe replied softly. I took her word for it and lied back in my seat.

Suddenly, without warning, hurried footsteps were heard and Prue burst into the room followed by Patricia.

"That was a tie," Patricia breathed, her hands on her knees as she struggled to catch her breath.

"No way! I was WAY ahead of you," Prue replied.

"Guys-" I started.

"Piper, who was first, me or Prue?"

"Prue, but-"

"What?" Patricia shrieked.

"HA!" Prue said at the same time.

"Why were you even racing in the hallway? It's a hospital!" I exclaimed.

"Geez Piper, live a little," Prue said teasingly.

"Food," Phoebe said, struggling to sit up.

"What? Oh, yeah here you go." Prue handed Phoebe the bag. Phoebe opened it and she smiled almost instantly.

"Finally, something I can eat," she said and she was about to take a bite when I grabbed the food.

"Hey!"

"Are you sure that she should eat this? I mean, if the doctor wanted her to eat something, wouldn't they have given her something by now?"

"Piper," Patricia said with a roll of her eyes. "A little food isn't going to hurt anyone."

"Well I think we should wait first," I admitted.

"Piper's right," Prue finally said. "We don't want you getting any sicker than you are." Phoebe sighed and frowned.

"Got my hopes up for nothing," she mumbled, crossing her arms.

"Aw, you'll get over it," Patricia said simply. Phoebe continued to frown and Patricia met her glance and playfully glared at her.

"Okay Phoebe visiting hours are almost over," a nurse said as she walked into the room.

"We still have a half an hour," Patricia said.

"So Phoebe, how are we feeling?" the nurse asked, completely disregarding my sister's comment.

"I'm thirsty," Phoebe whispered.

"Oh, well you're not allowed to eat or drink anything for the next two days," the nurse said with an apologetic look.

"Two days?" Phoebe said hoarsely.

"So I guess this is out," I said, pointing to the breakfast.

"Absolutely not," the nurse said, suddenly snatching it from my hand.

"Hey!"

"I'll eat it if she can't," Patricia offered. The nurse ignored her and gave it to Prue.

"I need to clean her up so I need to ask you to leave," she said.

"See you in a few," I said, slightly squeezing her hand.

"You're coming back, right?" Phoebe said, her eyes filled with worry.

"We'll be right outside," I promised.

We left the room and Prue closed the door behind her and leaned against it. It was then that I realized the dark circles underneath her eyes that were so bad not even make-up could help her.

"Are you okay?" I asked. Prue didn't answer but closed her eyes.

"Prue?" I called.

"Hey," Patricia said loudly, lightly slapping her face.

"Hmm?" Prue opened one eye and looked at us warily.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just dandy," Prue replied, closing her eyes again.

"Are you sure, you look a little tired."

"Positive," Prue replied shortly.

I gave Patricia look and she simply shrugged.

"Her problem, not mine," she stated simply. We walked over to the chairs and sat down.

"You care, you know you do," I teased. Patricia shrugged and stretched out, resting her head on my lap as she stretched her legs out on the chairs next to her.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm tired," she replied, a yawn escaping her mouth.

"You can't just use me as a pillow," I said. Patricia didn't answer me but closed her eyes.

"Hey." I shook my leg and Patricia groaned in annoyance.

"You're lucky I like you," I mumbled.

"Yeah, yeah," Patricia mumbled, already half asleep. I reached to my right to grab the backpack next to me. I opened it and took out the book I was currently reading. I opened it and started to read when I noticed someone standing in front of me. I looked up and smiled immediately.

"April!" I exclaimed, wanting to get up to hug my best friend. Patricia stirred and I lowered my voice. "What are you doing here?" Just then I took into the account April's black eye and the scratches that were on various parts on her arm.

"Oh my God, what happened to you?" I asked. April didn't answer my question.

"Can I sit down?" she asked. I immediately picked up my things and placed them down next to me. April slowly sank into the seat, her face blank and expressionless.

"April?" I tried. She stared into space for a few moments before finally turning to look at me.

"I'm sorry Piper," she whispered, her eyes filled with tears. "I'm so sorry." I looked at her in concern and rubbed her back.

What is she talking about?

April looked at me and hiccupped. "No," she said, pushing her hand away. "I don't deserve this."

"April, I have no idea what you're talking about," I said, trying to understand what could make her so upset.

"I'm a horrible person," she whispered.

"No you're not, you're my best friend," I told her. April stood to her feet shakily and wiped her eyes.

"Piper, I did something horrible and I know you'd never forgive me-"

"What? What did you do?" I was starting to get annoyed by all the drama going on in my life, couldn't I get a break for at least a minute?

"Stay away from me," April just said.

"Care to elaborate?"

"If you're around me, something bad will happen and I don't want to be a part of it," she said.

"What? You're not making any sense."

"I'm warning you, don't talk to me, don't do anything. Don't even call me, do you understand?"

"No, I don't. You're my best friend and-"

"No!" April snapped. "I'm not! Look, I don't want to be around this and I don't want to be around you. Do you get my point?"

I didn't say anything and turned away from her, suddenly not in the mood to talk. April looked regretful and started to say something but changed her mind and walked away, her footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. I looked down at my little sister who was looking at me, an unreadable expression on her face.

"What are you looking at?" I asked.

"Are you okay?" Patricia asked me. I nodded, refusing to get upset. April was always over-dramatic, whatever was bothering her would go away.

At least I hope it would.

"What was her deal anyways?" Patricia continued. I only shrugged and looked away.

"I guess you're not in the mood for talking, huh?"

"What do you think?" I snapped.

"I thinkI'm going to get us a drink," Patricia said, standing up and stretching. I took a deep breath and nervously picked at my cuticles. I saw a shadow next to me and looked up to see Prue sitting in Patricia's seat.

"You okay?" she asked.

"I'm fine," I replied, not making eye contact with her.

"No, you're not," Prue replied.

"I think the lack of sleep is finally getting to you," I commented. Prue looked at me for a few moments before sitting back, letting the subject drop for the moment.

"I got us drinks," Patricia said, coming up to us. She handed me a bottle of water and sank in the other chair next to me, resting my backpack on her lap.

"What's taking the nurse so long?" Patricia asked after a few minutes of silence. Prue and I kept quiet, Prue was asleep but I didn't feel like talking.

We sat in silence for a few more moments when suddenly an alarm went off. Prue jumped out of her temporary sleep as Patricia and I shared a look. A team of nurses came out of nowhere and rushed into the room.

Phoebe's room.

We all jumped up and Patricia attempted to get in but someone blocked her way.

"I'm sorry you can't go in there."

"What's going on?" Prue asked. Patricia took that moment to slip into the room and I followed her.

"Hey!" Patricia stopped short as she let out a gasp. Following my sister's eyes, I froze in terror and just stared, unable to move. The doctors and nurses were shouting at each other as they starting to stick different needles into Phoebe's body. Phoebe was lying still as she turned a deathly pale. I began to shake uncontrollably and I hear Patricia call my name.

Phoebe's heart line was flat.

"Oh my God," I whispered, trying to keep myself from breaking down then and there.

"Someone get them out!" The doctor yelled. A nurse ushered us out when it was clear that nobody else would.

"What's wrong with her?" Patricia whispered.

"We don't know," the nurse replied honestly. Patricia looked as if she was going to cry and I blinked rapidly.

"Look, I'll get back to you as soon as I can okay? Just wait here." The nurse went back inside and shut the curtains, making it impossible to see anything.

"She's dead," Patricia said softly before she started wiping at her eyes.

"She's not dead-" I started when suddenly Patricia shook her head.

"Just stop," she whispered.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, confused by her request.

"Stop acting like everything's okay!IT'S NOT!" she suddenly exploded. I stared at her in shock before I felt myself grow angry.

"What the hell am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to just sit around feeling sorry for myself? I'm sorry, I'm not likeyou." I snapped.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"All you do is complain about everything wrong with your life!" I spat. "You are so HOPELESS; you never attempt to fix anything, you just make it worse!"

"I'm not hopeless," she said sharply.

"I can assure you that you're not hopeful either." I said coldly.

"Our sister is dead!" Patricia exclaimed. "How the hell am I supposed to be optimistic about that?"

"Shut up!" I screamed. "Just shut up! You always have to make everything about you! You're nothing but a selfish bitch, just get over yourself!" Patricia froze and stared at me in surprise before her eyes quickly filled with tears.

"That's right, go ahead and cry, that's all you do anyways," I snapped. She started to say something but changed her mind, spun on her heels and stalked away from me. "You can't keep running from your problems!" I screamed after her.

"Wait," Prue said, standing up quickly and grabbing Patricia's arm. "The hell is the matter with you two? Phoebe's lying sick in that room and fighting isn't going to help!"

"We need each other," she continued. "Someone put her in that hospital and we still need to stop them. There's no way we'll be able to fix this if we can't talk to one another." She looked from me to Patricia and pulled us both into a hug.

"We can't let this pull us apart," she said softly. I snuck a look at Patricia and found her staring at me. She met my glance and immediately looked away. Prue pulled away from us and we went back to the seats where we waited. I sat on one side of Prue and Patricia sat on the other. We didn't talk to each other and I instead looked at Phoebe's room. The outside looked calm but I knew that on the inside was chaos. After what seemed like an eternity, a nurse, the same one who had kicked us out of the room, walked over to us.

"She's okay," she said before we had asked.

"Can we see her?" Prue asked.

"I'm afraid not, she needs her rest about now."

Just then we heard a small commotion and Officer Dean and Inspector Whiteck came into view.

"Why are they here?" Patricia asked.

"We called them," the nurse replied. Before we could ask what was going on, they walked over to us.

"We meet again," Whiteck said with a smile.

"I wonder why," Dean added sarcastically.

"Do you think we're guilty of something?" Prue asked coldly.

"I don't know, are you?" Dean shot back, leaning towards her until he was inches from her face. Whiteck grabbed his from his shirt and pulled him away from Prue.

"We need to take you to the station," she said.

"Well, we're busy right now," Patricia said with a roll of her eyes.

"Your sister will be here when you get back, she's not going anywhere," Whiteck assured us. I looked at my sisters before reluctantly getting up and following them out to the car.

"We can take my car," Whiteck said immediately. We filed into her car without a word and she drove us to the station.