Disclaimer: No, I don't own Charmed. Hey, it disappoints me as much as it does you. lol. Seriously though, I would have done some things a lot differently if I'd owned the show...anyways. That's my disclaimer and I'm stickin' to it! (In case you were wondering, no I don't do drugs, yes I really am THAT weird!!!:P)
AN: I'm amazed at all the good comments I've gotten...I really never thought my stories were all that good. Thank you so much!
SnOwBuNnY: Thanks for both of your reviews. Don't worry, I'm not killing her just yet...lol That is all I can promise for now. OH, and, If you don't know what Paige was doing those twenty minutes, It is probably best...lol
wAnNaBpIpEr: Glad you like the story, thanks for the review
HalliwellGirls: *hands over a chocolate bar* What kind of bribe would it be if it didn't involve chocolate? *looks incredulous at any other alternative*
Kristen's Paige: oh, be quiet Jamie, I NEVER bribe people..:P
Rea: Hey, you are becoming a consistant reviewer! WOO HOO!! Thank you sooo much for following my stories. I really really appreciate it.
CharmingTess: It wasn't evil...much! :)
Wotcha: I would never think to bribe you, of COURSE you don't need bribes...*hands over a twenty secretively* lolol J/K You are very encouraging, I really love to read your reviews!
Ok, I'm done...for now.
"Are you related to...Paige Matthews?," a man asked, wearing a white coat. Prue jumped out of her chair, and rushed to him, searching his eyes for some kind of clue. He seemed sad. That was the first thing she noticed about him. He was young still, so it was hard for him to keep his work from touching his life. Piper moved in behind her, crossing her arms, warding off shivers.
"We're her sisters," she answered quickly, her tone urging him to go on. Her heart plummeted as he cleared his throat, clearly reluctant to tell her.
"I...I'm Doctor Stephens," he stammered, then gained his professional composure, "I am truly sorry to have to inform you of this...Your sister has a very rare brain disease. Not much is known about it, including how it is contracted. There is obviously no cure. We will do whatever we can to make her comfortable before..." Prue collapsed, right there, knowing what his last words would be. He caught her as she pitched forward, then carried her to a chair behind her. Piper pushed past him, kneeling in front of Prue.
"Hey, don't lose it just yet, OK? We'll do something...whatever it takes," she whispered, low enough for the doctor to miss it.
He cleared his throat again. Nervous habit. "I'll let you know more as soon as I can," he said, then walked away. Phoebe laughed cynically.
"I'm sure you will," she sneered. Piper glanced at her, startled. "What?," she demanded, "They are all the same. They pretend to be so touched and pained when a patient is dying, but you know what they are really thinking? Good, more money for me while the grieving family members waste their time on silly cures and hopeless medicines." Piper and Prue watched her in shock as she bolted out of her chair and began pacing. "You can't honestly believe that they care! Come on, fatal illnesses are like bonus checks for those weasels...'Oh look, another slow, tortured death! Come on honey, let's go buy you another diamond'," she screamed, close to hysteria.
"Phoebe," Prue said quietly. Phoebe ignored her, caught up in her anger.
"That's right, I bet he's in there now, planning what his next vacation is while our baby sister," she ranted, pausing for a breath, "Our sister is dying in a hospital bed." Finally, worn out, she began to cry. Piper tried to hug her, but she pulled away. Physical contact would be her last straw.
"Phoebe listen to me," Prue said firmly, putting aside her own grief. Slowly, she approached her sister. "Have I ever made a promise I didn't keep?," she asked softly. Phoebe nearly said 'no'.
"You mean besides the fact that you told us you would never leave us?," she countered, feeling the anger well up inside of her again. Prue winced, remembering the promise she had made to Phoebe when they were little. (AN: It's in Unbreakable as a flashback if you aren't sure what I'm talking about. Chapter...4)
"Alright fine," she sighed, "What other time did I break a promise?" Phoebe could think of none, and dropped her eyes to the floor. "Exactly. So believe me when I say, I will do EVERYTHING I can to keep her alive," she promised firmly. Phoebe wiped away the stray tears on her face.
"If you promise, I trust you," she conceded, wrapping Prue in a tight hug. Just then, the doctor came walking back.
"My patient is asking..well, demanding your presence, and I see no reason to deprive her of her wishes," he told them, smiling a little. Prue was forced to smile.
"Demanding, huh? That is definitely our sister," she admitted.
"Come on," he ushered, "I'll show you the way." The girls followed him down a long hallway. Piper glanced into one of the rooms. An old man was calling for someone to help him. Shuddering, she focused her attention on the back of Prue's head.
"I hate hospitals," she muttered. The others echoed her sentiments. Each wondered what they would say to their sister. What can you say to someone who is dying? They didn't have much time to think on it, though, because Doctor Stephens turned into a room. 204 was the numer on the door, and Prue made a mental note of that.
"Hey guys! Talk about crashing a part," Paige joked half-heartedly. No one smiled. "Tough crowd," she murmured. Prue walked to her bedside and leaned to kiss her forehead.
"Hey sis, how ya feeling?," she asked, pushing back tears. Paige tried to smile reassuringly, but failed. Tears rushed from her eyes.
"They say that I...that I'm going to...," she whispered fearfully, unable to finish the sentence.
"They are wrong, Paige," Piper offered, taking her hand. Paige nodded, but Piper could tell she didn't believe her for a minute.
"She's right," Prue insisted. Phoebe stayed by the door. She couldn't force herself to comfort her little sister, couldn't breathe soothing words all the while knowing that inevitably, it was all a lie.
"Phoebe," Paige called, looking past her sisters. Phoebe avoided her gaze, shaking her head slightly. "Come here, honey," she urged gently, holding out her free hand. Phoebe shook her head more vigorously.
"Phoebe!," Piper nearly shouted. Why was she acting like this? Phoebe felt bile rise in her throat and ran out of the room, leaving very shocked and hurt sisters behind her.
"I'll go," Prue said, stopping Piper, who had already started for the door. Piper nodded, stepping back. Prue briskly walked out, relieved to have something to concentrate on.
"She's grieving me already," Paige sad sadly, startling Piper.
"Don't," Piper returned in a shaky voice, "Don't start talking like this thing is unstoppable." Paige stayed silent, but inside she knew that the disease couldn't be stopped and no words, no promises, no medicines or alternative treatment could change the fact that her mind was being devoured. Slowly... determinedly... inevitably.
AN: Alright, what did you think?
AN: I'm amazed at all the good comments I've gotten...I really never thought my stories were all that good. Thank you so much!
SnOwBuNnY: Thanks for both of your reviews. Don't worry, I'm not killing her just yet...lol That is all I can promise for now. OH, and, If you don't know what Paige was doing those twenty minutes, It is probably best...lol
wAnNaBpIpEr: Glad you like the story, thanks for the review
HalliwellGirls: *hands over a chocolate bar* What kind of bribe would it be if it didn't involve chocolate? *looks incredulous at any other alternative*
Kristen's Paige: oh, be quiet Jamie, I NEVER bribe people..:P
Rea: Hey, you are becoming a consistant reviewer! WOO HOO!! Thank you sooo much for following my stories. I really really appreciate it.
CharmingTess: It wasn't evil...much! :)
Wotcha: I would never think to bribe you, of COURSE you don't need bribes...*hands over a twenty secretively* lolol J/K You are very encouraging, I really love to read your reviews!
Ok, I'm done...for now.
"Are you related to...Paige Matthews?," a man asked, wearing a white coat. Prue jumped out of her chair, and rushed to him, searching his eyes for some kind of clue. He seemed sad. That was the first thing she noticed about him. He was young still, so it was hard for him to keep his work from touching his life. Piper moved in behind her, crossing her arms, warding off shivers.
"We're her sisters," she answered quickly, her tone urging him to go on. Her heart plummeted as he cleared his throat, clearly reluctant to tell her.
"I...I'm Doctor Stephens," he stammered, then gained his professional composure, "I am truly sorry to have to inform you of this...Your sister has a very rare brain disease. Not much is known about it, including how it is contracted. There is obviously no cure. We will do whatever we can to make her comfortable before..." Prue collapsed, right there, knowing what his last words would be. He caught her as she pitched forward, then carried her to a chair behind her. Piper pushed past him, kneeling in front of Prue.
"Hey, don't lose it just yet, OK? We'll do something...whatever it takes," she whispered, low enough for the doctor to miss it.
He cleared his throat again. Nervous habit. "I'll let you know more as soon as I can," he said, then walked away. Phoebe laughed cynically.
"I'm sure you will," she sneered. Piper glanced at her, startled. "What?," she demanded, "They are all the same. They pretend to be so touched and pained when a patient is dying, but you know what they are really thinking? Good, more money for me while the grieving family members waste their time on silly cures and hopeless medicines." Piper and Prue watched her in shock as she bolted out of her chair and began pacing. "You can't honestly believe that they care! Come on, fatal illnesses are like bonus checks for those weasels...'Oh look, another slow, tortured death! Come on honey, let's go buy you another diamond'," she screamed, close to hysteria.
"Phoebe," Prue said quietly. Phoebe ignored her, caught up in her anger.
"That's right, I bet he's in there now, planning what his next vacation is while our baby sister," she ranted, pausing for a breath, "Our sister is dying in a hospital bed." Finally, worn out, she began to cry. Piper tried to hug her, but she pulled away. Physical contact would be her last straw.
"Phoebe listen to me," Prue said firmly, putting aside her own grief. Slowly, she approached her sister. "Have I ever made a promise I didn't keep?," she asked softly. Phoebe nearly said 'no'.
"You mean besides the fact that you told us you would never leave us?," she countered, feeling the anger well up inside of her again. Prue winced, remembering the promise she had made to Phoebe when they were little. (AN: It's in Unbreakable as a flashback if you aren't sure what I'm talking about. Chapter...4)
"Alright fine," she sighed, "What other time did I break a promise?" Phoebe could think of none, and dropped her eyes to the floor. "Exactly. So believe me when I say, I will do EVERYTHING I can to keep her alive," she promised firmly. Phoebe wiped away the stray tears on her face.
"If you promise, I trust you," she conceded, wrapping Prue in a tight hug. Just then, the doctor came walking back.
"My patient is asking..well, demanding your presence, and I see no reason to deprive her of her wishes," he told them, smiling a little. Prue was forced to smile.
"Demanding, huh? That is definitely our sister," she admitted.
"Come on," he ushered, "I'll show you the way." The girls followed him down a long hallway. Piper glanced into one of the rooms. An old man was calling for someone to help him. Shuddering, she focused her attention on the back of Prue's head.
"I hate hospitals," she muttered. The others echoed her sentiments. Each wondered what they would say to their sister. What can you say to someone who is dying? They didn't have much time to think on it, though, because Doctor Stephens turned into a room. 204 was the numer on the door, and Prue made a mental note of that.
"Hey guys! Talk about crashing a part," Paige joked half-heartedly. No one smiled. "Tough crowd," she murmured. Prue walked to her bedside and leaned to kiss her forehead.
"Hey sis, how ya feeling?," she asked, pushing back tears. Paige tried to smile reassuringly, but failed. Tears rushed from her eyes.
"They say that I...that I'm going to...," she whispered fearfully, unable to finish the sentence.
"They are wrong, Paige," Piper offered, taking her hand. Paige nodded, but Piper could tell she didn't believe her for a minute.
"She's right," Prue insisted. Phoebe stayed by the door. She couldn't force herself to comfort her little sister, couldn't breathe soothing words all the while knowing that inevitably, it was all a lie.
"Phoebe," Paige called, looking past her sisters. Phoebe avoided her gaze, shaking her head slightly. "Come here, honey," she urged gently, holding out her free hand. Phoebe shook her head more vigorously.
"Phoebe!," Piper nearly shouted. Why was she acting like this? Phoebe felt bile rise in her throat and ran out of the room, leaving very shocked and hurt sisters behind her.
"I'll go," Prue said, stopping Piper, who had already started for the door. Piper nodded, stepping back. Prue briskly walked out, relieved to have something to concentrate on.
"She's grieving me already," Paige sad sadly, startling Piper.
"Don't," Piper returned in a shaky voice, "Don't start talking like this thing is unstoppable." Paige stayed silent, but inside she knew that the disease couldn't be stopped and no words, no promises, no medicines or alternative treatment could change the fact that her mind was being devoured. Slowly... determinedly... inevitably.
AN: Alright, what did you think?