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Dream a little dream of me…
Phoebe and Paige spun round and looked at their mother; she was standing with her arms out towards them. Phoebe stood up and on instinct ran towards her throwing her arms around Patty. She hugged her mother, feeling her warm embrace but pulled away almost instantly.
"How is it that I can hug you?" she asked looking puzzled,
"I don't know," replied Patty, as she walked over to Paige. She hugged her then looked down at Piper, then back at Phoebe and Paige,
"The elders just told me that one of my daughters was in grave danger and that I had to go to her. I didn't even know which one of you was in trouble they wouldn't tell me. They just told me to come and help out, that I was the only one who could help… and that Prue had visited before now," she looked back down at Piper, Phoebe looked shocked,
"Prue was here?" she asked, looking at her mother,
"Yes, but lets not get into that right now… tell me what's wrong with my daughter," she demanded, Phoebe and Paige were slightly shocked by this sudden change in tone,
"Ok," said Paige, speaking to Patty for the first time she went and sat down on the chair opposite Piper's bed, "The doctor says that she suffered massive internal bleeding and needing an instant blood transfusion. If we had waited any longer to bring her in she would have died. She's not in a coma but she's not fully conscious either, they say she'll drift in and out of consciousness over the next few days and will spend most of her time sleeping as her body tries to heal itself. But she's not out of the woods yet, she could still… she might still… I mean it's possible that she won't…" Paige stopped talking at looked at the ground, Patty looked to Phoebe,
"She might not survive," Phoebe said bluntly. Patty's face dropped,
"No, she will survive, Piper's a fighter, she'll be alright," she said shaking her head and staring down at Piper.
"I hope you're right," said Phoebe walking round the other side of Piper's bed and taking her hand, "You'll come through this won't you Piper," They sat in the room with Piper for the rest of the morning, none of them talking just sitting there thinking about Piper. An orderly opened the door and walked in,
"I'm afraid, our visiting hours are over. You can come back in four hours when they begin again, it's so the doctors can examine your relative without you getting in the way," he said and walked out again, Phoebe sighed and picked up her handbag. The three of them left the hospital, and Paige orbed them back to the penthouse when no one was looking.
Later that evening all three women had drifted to sleep, Phoebe on the couch with her mother beside her and Paige on the floor, they had decided to watch a movie while they ate dinner, but only stayed awake through the opening credits. Meanwhile on the other side of town Piper lay in a restless but not dreamless sleep, she tossed and turned to the best of her ability, feeling a sharp pain every time she moved. Her brain was bringing her in and out of her dream, one minute she'd be in the manor re-living Wyatt's death, the next she'd be in total darkness. Every thing she saw was in slow motion, she heard herself shouting Wyatt's name as the fireball flew towards the giggling toddler. Then she heard Paige yelling "Wyatt Danger!" then she was in darkness. Before she had time to welcome the peaceful darkness she was pulled back in to her dream, she saw her young son being thrown through the window, darkness, then her looking down on his blood stained body, darkness… then she was at Wyatt's funeral. She was so upset that day she didn't really hear much of what was said by the minister, or who had attended. She just remembers her emotions, so much pain, so much grief. She remembers looking at Wyatt's small white coffin; she didn't know that they made coffins that little. She remembers the music playing as Wyatt's coffin was carried in, "Bed Of Roses" by "Bon Jovi" she remembers sitting in the front row of the church with Leo on her right hand side and her sisters at the left. Tears came from all their eyes as the huddled together; it was a very private ceremony, only around thirty people there. Darryl had flown down from Atlanta for the funeral and to give his condolences. It was the first time that they had seen Darryl since he moved to Atlanta to be charge of the police there. After the funeral was over, the whole family had gone back to the manor; Piper remembered the feeling of emptiness in her home. It was the worst feeling in the world… to have lost a child.