CHARMED
"Waking To A Nightmare"
by J. B. Tilton
email: aramath@isot.com
Rating: PG (for mild language)
Disclaimer: "Charmed" and all related characters and events are the property of the WB television network, except for those characters specifically created for this story. This is a work of fan fiction and no infringement of copyright is intended.
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(Authors note: This story takes place between season 3 episodes "All Halliwell's Eve" and "Sight Unseen".)
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Prue awakens in the hospital to learn she's been in a coma for more than a year following a car accident. She also learns that Piper and Phoebe were killed in the same accident.
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ONE
Prue opened her eyes and looked around. She appeared to be lying in a hospital room. Several machines sat next to the bed and an IV on a pole was attached to her arm. A woman wearing a nurses' uniform stood at the foot of the bed. The woman seemed preoccupied as she wrote in a medical chart. She apparently didn't notice that Prue was awake.
"Where am I?" asked Prue.
"Oh, you're awake," said the woman, looking up at her. "Just lie there and relax, dear. You're still very weak. I'll get the doctor. He'll answer all your questions."
The nurse hung the chart on the foot of the bed and left the room. Prue looked around again. All four walls of the room were painted the same off-white color. A clock hung on the wall opposite her bed. It read 3:27. A small bureau with a mirror on it stood in one corner. There were also two other doors, one leading to a closet, and the other leading to a small bathroom.
Just then a man wearing a doctors coat came in the room. The nametag he wore read Martin. He stepped to the foot of the bed and picked up the chart.
"Good to see you're awake," he said. "How do you feel?"
"Tired," said Prue. "And I feel kind of drained."
"Perfectly normal," said Martin. "I'm Dr. Martin. I've been taking care of you during your stay here."
"Where exactly is here?" asked Prue.
"San Francisco General Hospital," said Martin.
"What happened?" asked Prue. "What am I doing here?"
"What's the last thing you remember?" asked Martin.
"I had just got home from work," said Prue. "I remember heading to my room to change clothes. Everything after that is a blank."
"What day was that?" asked Martin.
"Uh, Thursday," said Prue.
"Some memory loss is perfectly normal and is to be expected," said Martin. "I wouldn't worry about it. Your memory will probably come back eventually. Physically, you're nearly recovered."
"Recovered from what?" asked Prue. "What happened?"
"Apparently," said Martin, "on Saturday, you and your sisters were going somewhere. The police think you might have been heading to the mall. A truck ran a red light and hit you broadside. You were very seriously injured. You were brought here and I've been taking care of you, as I said."
"I lost two days?" asked Prue. "You say that's normal?"
"You had a very severe concussion," said Martin. "It's normal for there to be some memory loss. But as I said, it should come back relatively soon."
"How long have I been here?" asked Prue.
"Prue," said Martin, "you were very seriously injured. We nearly lost you more than once. You've been in and out of a coma for more than a year."
"A year?" questioned Prue. "You said Piper and Phoebe were with me."
"Yes," said Martin. "Also, there was a young man the police identified as a Leo Wyatt."
"Yes, he's Piper's fiancé," said Prue. "How are they? Were they injured as seriously as I was?"
"This is always the most difficult part," said Martin. "The accident was very bad. I'm afraid none of them survived. From all indications they died on impact. I can assure you they didn't suffer at all."
"Dead?" questioned Prue, her eyes beginning to tear up. "All of them?"
"I'm afraid so," said Martin. "You've awakened two or three times in the last year and each time I have to break the news to you. You slip back into a coma a couple of days later and the next time you wake up, you have no memory of the previous times."
"Dead?" repeated Prue.
"I'm very sorry," said Martin. "The paramedics said there was nothing that could be done for them. But as I said, they didn't suffer. It was very quick."
Prue barely heard the doctor. All she could think about was that her two sisters were dead.
"Waking To A Nightmare"
by J. B. Tilton
email: aramath@isot.com
Rating: PG (for mild language)
Disclaimer: "Charmed" and all related characters and events are the property of the WB television network, except for those characters specifically created for this story. This is a work of fan fiction and no infringement of copyright is intended.
* * *
(Authors note: This story takes place between season 3 episodes "All Halliwell's Eve" and "Sight Unseen".)
* * *
Prue awakens in the hospital to learn she's been in a coma for more than a year following a car accident. She also learns that Piper and Phoebe were killed in the same accident.
* * *
ONE
Prue opened her eyes and looked around. She appeared to be lying in a hospital room. Several machines sat next to the bed and an IV on a pole was attached to her arm. A woman wearing a nurses' uniform stood at the foot of the bed. The woman seemed preoccupied as she wrote in a medical chart. She apparently didn't notice that Prue was awake.
"Where am I?" asked Prue.
"Oh, you're awake," said the woman, looking up at her. "Just lie there and relax, dear. You're still very weak. I'll get the doctor. He'll answer all your questions."
The nurse hung the chart on the foot of the bed and left the room. Prue looked around again. All four walls of the room were painted the same off-white color. A clock hung on the wall opposite her bed. It read 3:27. A small bureau with a mirror on it stood in one corner. There were also two other doors, one leading to a closet, and the other leading to a small bathroom.
Just then a man wearing a doctors coat came in the room. The nametag he wore read Martin. He stepped to the foot of the bed and picked up the chart.
"Good to see you're awake," he said. "How do you feel?"
"Tired," said Prue. "And I feel kind of drained."
"Perfectly normal," said Martin. "I'm Dr. Martin. I've been taking care of you during your stay here."
"Where exactly is here?" asked Prue.
"San Francisco General Hospital," said Martin.
"What happened?" asked Prue. "What am I doing here?"
"What's the last thing you remember?" asked Martin.
"I had just got home from work," said Prue. "I remember heading to my room to change clothes. Everything after that is a blank."
"What day was that?" asked Martin.
"Uh, Thursday," said Prue.
"Some memory loss is perfectly normal and is to be expected," said Martin. "I wouldn't worry about it. Your memory will probably come back eventually. Physically, you're nearly recovered."
"Recovered from what?" asked Prue. "What happened?"
"Apparently," said Martin, "on Saturday, you and your sisters were going somewhere. The police think you might have been heading to the mall. A truck ran a red light and hit you broadside. You were very seriously injured. You were brought here and I've been taking care of you, as I said."
"I lost two days?" asked Prue. "You say that's normal?"
"You had a very severe concussion," said Martin. "It's normal for there to be some memory loss. But as I said, it should come back relatively soon."
"How long have I been here?" asked Prue.
"Prue," said Martin, "you were very seriously injured. We nearly lost you more than once. You've been in and out of a coma for more than a year."
"A year?" questioned Prue. "You said Piper and Phoebe were with me."
"Yes," said Martin. "Also, there was a young man the police identified as a Leo Wyatt."
"Yes, he's Piper's fiancé," said Prue. "How are they? Were they injured as seriously as I was?"
"This is always the most difficult part," said Martin. "The accident was very bad. I'm afraid none of them survived. From all indications they died on impact. I can assure you they didn't suffer at all."
"Dead?" questioned Prue, her eyes beginning to tear up. "All of them?"
"I'm afraid so," said Martin. "You've awakened two or three times in the last year and each time I have to break the news to you. You slip back into a coma a couple of days later and the next time you wake up, you have no memory of the previous times."
"Dead?" repeated Prue.
"I'm very sorry," said Martin. "The paramedics said there was nothing that could be done for them. But as I said, they didn't suffer. It was very quick."
Prue barely heard the doctor. All she could think about was that her two sisters were dead.