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Wedding Nightmares

"Daddy?" Elizabeth called out from the kitchen table, as Wyatt put her dinner onto a plate for her.

"Yeah, sweetie?" He looked around, to see her turned on her seat, looking at him as if she had some deep, meaningful question to ask him, "What is it?" He pulled the plate from the counter and placed it onto the table in front of her before getting her a glass of milk.

"Can I have a sister?" she asked out of the blue, causing Wyatt to do a double-take on what she had asked. He had never heard her mention this before, "Papa said maybe, so can I?"

"Papa said maybe, did he?" Wyatt asked, pouring some juice, looking at her with raise eyebrows, she missed the doubt in his voice as she nodded her head, "Did he really say maybe?" the past couple of days that Chris had been back, Elizabeth had gotten back into her routine of playing both her fathers against each other. As she nodded her head, Wyatt could not help but chuckle at her, "We'll have to see, sweetie."

"But why?" Elizabeth asked, "Katie got a baby brother."

"Did she now?" he questioned, bringing the glass of milk to the table and sitting her, as he watched her eat her chicken nuggets. She nodded her head, since he could not answer with a mouthful, "Well, I'll talk to Papa, ok?"

"So, maybe?" Elizabeth smiled up at the Halliwell, who smiled back.

"Maybe." Happy with the answer, Lizzie got on with eating her dinner, while Wyatt thought. Chris was going to be in trouble when he got back from work. They had not quite gotten into their normal routine yet, since Wyatt was still working, although his shifts had been cut down. However that was only temporary, well for a month, since he could not just quit like Chris had managed to do, his boss had said that he would need to do another month but less hours a week.

As he watched his three-year-old eat, he decided that actually he was hungry himself and searched the fridge for something to eat. Usually he would wait for Chris to get back, but he knew Chris would get back late tonight, since he was doing some jobs for Piper.

Just as he decided to get some left over casserole from the freezer the phone rang. Shutting the freezer door, Wyatt answered the phone, to hear his lover's voice sounding panicked on the other end of the phone.

"Chris, slow down, what is it?"

"It's you mom, Wyatt," the Halliwell's heart rate suddenly rose at the thought of something being wrong with his mother, "She's collapsed, there's an ambulance on the way, but you need to get down here quick."

"Ok, I'm coming," Wyatt said, hanging up the phone and running out of the kitchen. Elizabeth sat at the table, looking in the direction of where her daddy had ran and then shrugged going back to a ketchup soaked chicken nugget, just as Wyatt ran back into the room, "Pick up some chicken nuggets, we've got to go."

Elizabeth quickly did what she was told and then looked up at her daddy, as he carried her out of the house and to the car, buckling her into the car seat.

"Where we go, daddy?"

"To Grandma's restaurant," Wyatt answered, as he climbed into the driver's seat and quickly turned his engine on, fast but carefully backing out of his driveway onto the road to make his way, "We're going to see Papa."

"Why?"

"Because he called," Wyatt did not want to tell her the truth, he did want her to know that Piper had collapsed, "So we're going to see him."

"Ok." Elizabeth never though anything of until, until they rounded the corner to the restaurant, and there were lots of blue and red flashing lights. Those lights always would amaze her, but the Halliwell did not have the time to let her stick around to see them, as he got her out of the car seat, and ran into the restaurant, where paramedics were putting his mother on to stretcher. He did not want Elizabeth to see it, so made sure he kept her view at the other way, as he looked for Chris. That was when he saw him, talking to another paramedic at the side, by the bar. He made his way straight over.

"Hey!" Wyatt breathed as he finally got passed the customers, workers and other paramedics.

"Hey," Chris smiled and then looked back at the paramedic, "Sorry, this is Piper's son, he'll be able to help you out more than I can."

"What's up?"

"Sorry, we're just looking for some information, are there any medical conditions running in the family?" the paramedic asked him. Wyatt opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish, he could not think. Feeling somebody taking Elizabeth from his arms, he looked over to see it was Chris, and for some reasons, seeing him again, helped him think.

"No, not that my mom told me about." Wyatt shook his head.

"And has she ever collapsed before?"

"Erm, she had a high blood condition when me and my brother were born, but that's it," Wyatt shook his head, "My step-dad said she collapsed from that."

"Ok, thanks," the paramedic smiled, "That's all I need to know, I got most of it off Mr Perry."

"Is she going to be ok?" Wyatt now asked, seeing the paramedics wheeling his mother out on the stretcher to the ambulance.

"Don't worry," the paramedic shook his head, not really helping Wyatt, "We're just going to take her to the hospital to take some tests, that's all. Do you want to come with her?"

Wyatt looked at Chris, he could not go in the ambulance, Chris could not drive the car with have a licence ban, but he needed to be with his mother. He bit his bottom lip nervously as he looked into his lover's sea green eyes.

"I can take it slow, you know," Chris smirked, knowing exactly what Wyatt was thinking about, "I won't do anything to get pulled over on."

Sighing and nodding, Wyatt passed Chris the car keys, he would rather be there for his mother than sticking to the law, Piper was more important right now.

The blonde rushed out of the restaurant, as Chris looked at Elizabeth before following.

"Where we go now?"

"We're following the big van with the flashing lights."

"Why?" Chris knew Wyatt would not have told Elizabeth why they were really going, so he tried to dance around the question.

"Daddy asked us to."

"But why?"

"Because."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Why?"

"Zee."

Frowning, Elizabeth tried to figure out what her papa meant. She was sure that was a letter, so why did her papa tell her that. Was that a reason? Deciding that he was not going to tell her, no matter how many times she asked, she decided to give up and allow her papa to take her to the car and strap her back in the seat.

As soon as the three-year-old was buckled in, Chris got into the driver's seat. He had not sat behind the wheel since his licence ban two months ago, so was a little rusty on driving, but it all came back to him quickly, as he rounded a corner, following the ambulance as much as he could, until it pulled away with its sirens blaring.

It did not take him too much longer than the ambulance to get to San Francisco Memorial, but it was longer enough. By the time he got there and parked, Wyatt was pacing the waiting room for information.

"Hey," Chris breathed, Elizabeth in his arms as he ran through the waiting area to his lover. Instantly Wyatt's strong arms wrapped around him in a panic, "Hey, calm down, it's gonna be ok."

"It's not," Wyatt sighed, as he pulled away from Chris, looking into his eyes, "On the way, one of the paramedics mentioned something what you said to him. About her not knowing who you were?"

The Perry sighed, with his eyes closed, he wanted to tell Wyatt that himself, face to face, rather than him hearing it from somebody else, but obviously it did not happen.

"Yeah, I was going to tell you, but later," Chris explained, "I didn't want to tell you too much bad news in one go," the Halliwell nodded, understanding what Chris meant, but waited for Chris to continue, "Just before she collapsed, like for two seconds, she didn't know who I was, she didn't know where she was. Before that, she was fine, complaining of a little headache, but that was it."

Wyatt bit his bottom lip, nervously, it was at times like this that he needed Leo here…

"Dad!" Wyatt said, and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket.

"Wyatt?" Chris did not quiet understand.

"I've got to ring my dad," Wyatt informed Chris, making his way to the door, "Can you keep an eye out for the doctors."

"Course I can," Chris said, sitting on a chair in the waiting area, placing Lizzie on his knee, watching Wyatt walk outside to make the call, "You ok?"

"What's wong, papa?" she asked innocently, not understanding the adult talk.

"It's ok," Chris shook his head, "Grandma just had a bit of a fall, but she'll be ok, the doctors are looking after her."

"You mean like me when I lost my tooth and Daddy looked-ed after me?" She now asked, with a big grin on her face, not realising or understanding the severity of the situation. When she smiled, Chris now realised that her front tooth was starting to appear.

"Yeah, like that." Chris nodded, he could not tell her the truth, not until they found out what it really was.

Leo was making dinner for both him and his 15-year-old son as the telephone rang.

"Matt, can you keep an eye on the pasta?" he looked to Matthew, who nodded from the table, while Leo answered the call, sitting himself at the table, indicating for his son to get off his butt.

"Hello?" Leo sighed into the phone, as his teenage son made his way to the stove.

"Hey dad," Wyatt rushed his speech, "Dad, you need to get to the hospital. It's mom, she's…she's…"

"Whoa, Wyatt slow down," Leo could not understand a word his eldest step-son was saying, "Talk slowly."

"It's mom, dad," Wyatt tried to slow down, but it was not much, only just enough for the doctor to understand him, "She collapsed and is in the hospital. Please dad, you've got to…"

"I'm on my way, son," Leo instantly said, standing up from the chair, "I'll be five minutes," Leo hung up the call, and grabbed a set of car keys from the hook, "Matt, turn the stove off, c'mon."

"Where we going?" Matthew asked, wondering what the call was about as he did as his father had told him.

"The hospital."

"Why?"

"No questions, c'mon on."

Two hours later and Wyatt was still pacing the waiting room, wanting information now. Leo was finding out from everybody he knew, there were some perks of working at the hospital, but not always enough, and in this case it was not always enough, all he had found out was that the doctors had taken her in for an MRI scan, which he instantly began to worry about, it meant his initial thoughts after hearing the full story from Chris could be true, and were the exact same thoughts as the doctors checking on her.

Matthew sat on the chair of the waiting room, tapping the heal of his shoe nervously as he waited. He hated waiting for things anyway, but it was even worse when it was something like this. Waiting to find out if someone was going to be ok. He had never really had to do this, but now he realised how Wyatt felt when Chris and Lizzie were in their car accident a few months ago.

Meanwhile, Chris sat with an asleep Elizabeth on his knee. He needed to get her to bed, but at the same time he needed to stay here for Wyatt. This was not something the Halliwell could go through on his own, and something Chris would not let him go through.

"When will they know something?" Wyatt broke the silence between the four males, causing the other three to look at him, as if he was going to say something else.

Finally, Leo answered his question; "When they've finished with the scan," the doctor secretly hoped it was soon, so they all knew what they were dealing with, "It shouldn't be too much longer now, Wyatt."

"Why are they taking so long?"

"They need to find out what it is," the step-father answered, looking at the blonde male sympathetically, "So you get all the information you can now."

The 21-year-old sighed and sat next to his lover, running his hands through his hair as he worried about the health of his mother.

"Leo." Everybody looked in the general direction of where the voice had come from, only Leo realising who it was first.

"Patrick," Leo sighed with a slight smile on his face, "Any word?"

"Actually, yes," the other doctor nodded his head, pulling Leo to one side, "I'm really sorry, but it's not good."

"It's…"

"Yeah," Patrick nodded his head, "There's a tumour on her left hand side of the brain, you can see the scan if you want, so you have more idea, but I don't think we're going to be able to remove it. If we do try and it goes wrong…"

"She could be paralysed," Leo nodded understanding, he would not want that for the mother of three, but a tumour also meant… "How long do we have then?"

"Looking at the size of it, I would say three months," he answered, now looking over Leo's shoulder at Leo's son, step-son and granddaughter asleep on the knee of a man he did not recognise, but knew that he would be a close friend of the family. Looking back at Leo, he realised his colleague was trying to take in the information, "Anyway, you should explain to your boys," the doctor explained, "Although you may want to talk to Piper first, I'm not sure what you two are going to want to do."

"Thanks Patrick," Leo said, trying to hold back his tears, he could not let his son and step-son see him cry, then they would know it was serious. He turned back to Wyatt and Matthew, who were both stood up and waiting for him, once he slowed his breathing slightly, "Your mom wants to talk to me a minute. Don't worry, ok, I'll be back in a minute."

Wyatt frowned, but had to understand that his mother wanted to talk to Leo, but did that mean it was good or bad? Bad, it had to be, otherwise they would all be able to run into the room and jump on Piper, ok not literally, but Wyatt knew what he meant in his head.

Once he saw both the boys nod, Leo made his way down the hall, where he knew Piper would be.

Wyatt sat back down, with a sigh, and then looked over at Chris and Elizabeth.

"Maybe you should take her home," Wyatt offered, "We don't know how long we're going to be here now."

"It shouldn't be too long now," Chris shook his head, even though he could feel his legs going numb, "Plus you need someone here with you."

"Why would mom want to talk to dad?" Matthew now asked, looking at his eldest brother, completely confused at the situation, "It's bad, isn't it?"

"I don't know, Matty," Wyatt shook his head, "I really don't know."

Doctor Leo Wyatt made his way down the hallway and stopped outside his wife's room. He could see her laying there, connected to a machine. He hated this, usually it would not affect him, since as a doctor he saw it everyday, but with it being someone he loved, he hated it. He knew when he suspected Lizzie had meningitis he rushed her through everything faster than what he would normally, even though he should not have done, but when his family were concerned he wanted to do as much as he could. Right now, though, he could not, all he could do was sit back and watch as his wife deteriorated into just a shell, something he had seen far too often in his cancer patients.

"Leo?" Piper's voice called out to him, she sounded weak and tired, and it actually scared the doctor.

"Yeah, I'm here," Leo whispered as he made his way into the room and sat beside the bed. He took one of Piper's hands and brushed a strand of her now grey hair away from her eyes, "Hey."

"Where are the boys?" she asked straight away, she really needed to talk to Leo alone first.

"Still in the waiting room," Leo answered, caressing her hand, "The doctors told me that…erm…you…" he could not say it, he instantly broke down. The thought of losing his wife was scaring him.

"Hey, it's ok," Piper told him, "I'll beat it. My body will fight the tumour away," but Piper knew it was just talk, there was no way her body could fight this, "I don't want them to know."

"We've got to tell them…"

"No," Piper shook her head, "It will only make them worry more. They've said three months, so I don't want the boys to know. They just have to know I'm a little ill, I'm sure you can find something to tell them."

Even though Leo did not like it, he understood why the 58-year-old had said this, and nodded his head, he would hide his wife's illness as long as he could.

So, how many of you are going to hate me now? Since, I'm sure you know what is going to come...

Anyway, please leave me a review, even if it is to tell me you hate me. Oh and for those who have read my other stories - this is my first death in the whole story so be slightly impressed?