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And are you waking up slowly?
Nothing but lonely?
Are you waking up holding,
Holding your breath?
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Prue paced around the room nervously. She'd always hated hospitals. Trying to calm herself, she sat down next to the bed where Phoebe was lying, unconscious. She was covered in cuts and bruises. She'd been lucky, there weren't any broken bones. The bicycle had taken most of the impact when the car hit her. Prue stroked her sister's cheek gently, wishing she would wake up.
Restlessly, Prue got up again. Where was that damn doctor? She'd thought about going to look for him, but she didn't want to leave Phoebe alone. 'Screw it,' she thought. She'd only be gone a few minutes.
She went back to her sister's bedside. "I'll be right back." she whispered, wondering if Phoebe could even hear her. She hurried out into the hall, heading for the nurses' desk. What was his name again? Dr. Williiams? No. Wyatt. Prue was about to ask the nurse where he was, when she looked across the room, and her eyes locked with Andy's for the second time that day.
He came over to her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Working on a case. What about you? Prue, you look terrified." he said, sounding concerned. That was one of the things she'd loved about him. He always knew when something was wrong, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.
"It's Phoebe." she said, her voice unsteady. "She was hit by a car."
"Oh, God." Andy murmured. He pulled Prue into a hug, and then came with her back into the hospital room. Phoebe was still out.
Prue turned away from the sight of her sister, unconscious on the hospital bed, and buried her face in Andy's chest. "Andy, I'm scared." she said almost inaudibly. Tears were coursing silently down her face.
"Don't be." he said, rubbing her back comfortingly. "I mean it. She'll be fine. She's strong. She is, after all, related to you."
"But, Andy, the things we said to each other-" she stopped. How could she possibly explain the rift that had been driving between them since before Grams died?
He hushed her. "Look."
Prue turned around and went over to the bed. Phoebe was finally stirring. Prue clasped her hand. In a few minutes, she was awake. Groggy, but awake.
"Prue?" she said, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the harsh flourescent lights.
"I'm here sweetie." Prue said, pushing the hair off her sister's face.
"You look anxious." Phoebe observed.
Prue nodded. "You scared the hell out of me." She put her head down on the pillow, so her face was inches apart from her sister's. It was then that Phoebe noticed the tearstains.
"You've been crying." she said, shocked.
"I thought I was going to lose you," Prue admitted.
"Yeah right, like you could really get rid of me that easily." Phoebe said with a laugh.
"I'm serious." Prue responded, wishing her sister wouldn't joke like that.
Just then, Dr. Wyatt came in with Phoebe's chart. Prue sat up, and noticed that Andy had slipped out.
"Can I go home now?" Phoebe asked. "Pretty please?"
Dr. Wyatt laughed. "First, I have to examine you again, while your conscious. Mostly just X-Rays. Then, yes, you can go home."
The examination and discharge didn't take long, and soon Prue and Phoebe were home. Prue immediately exiled Phoebe to the couch, to rest whie she made them both a late lunch. They ate together in the living room. For the first time in a long while, they didn't have to force themselves to be nice. It was as if, in the hospital, they'd made an unspoken pact to bury the proverbial hatchet. Neither of them could pinpoint exactly when the change took place, but they were both to grateful for it to care.
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A/N: Yeah. Question about the lyrics at the beginning of each chapter: Do you like them? I'm trying to come up with ones that suit the mood of the chapter. Am I doing a good job, or do my choices completely suck? I'm only asking this because it's my first time using lyrics this way in a fic, and I want to know if I should do it again, so please review and let me know.
~from the song "A Story About A Girl" by Our Lady Peace~
And are you waking up slowly?
Nothing but lonely?
Are you waking up holding,
Holding your breath?
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Prue paced around the room nervously. She'd always hated hospitals. Trying to calm herself, she sat down next to the bed where Phoebe was lying, unconscious. She was covered in cuts and bruises. She'd been lucky, there weren't any broken bones. The bicycle had taken most of the impact when the car hit her. Prue stroked her sister's cheek gently, wishing she would wake up.
Restlessly, Prue got up again. Where was that damn doctor? She'd thought about going to look for him, but she didn't want to leave Phoebe alone. 'Screw it,' she thought. She'd only be gone a few minutes.
She went back to her sister's bedside. "I'll be right back." she whispered, wondering if Phoebe could even hear her. She hurried out into the hall, heading for the nurses' desk. What was his name again? Dr. Williiams? No. Wyatt. Prue was about to ask the nurse where he was, when she looked across the room, and her eyes locked with Andy's for the second time that day.
He came over to her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Working on a case. What about you? Prue, you look terrified." he said, sounding concerned. That was one of the things she'd loved about him. He always knew when something was wrong, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.
"It's Phoebe." she said, her voice unsteady. "She was hit by a car."
"Oh, God." Andy murmured. He pulled Prue into a hug, and then came with her back into the hospital room. Phoebe was still out.
Prue turned away from the sight of her sister, unconscious on the hospital bed, and buried her face in Andy's chest. "Andy, I'm scared." she said almost inaudibly. Tears were coursing silently down her face.
"Don't be." he said, rubbing her back comfortingly. "I mean it. She'll be fine. She's strong. She is, after all, related to you."
"But, Andy, the things we said to each other-" she stopped. How could she possibly explain the rift that had been driving between them since before Grams died?
He hushed her. "Look."
Prue turned around and went over to the bed. Phoebe was finally stirring. Prue clasped her hand. In a few minutes, she was awake. Groggy, but awake.
"Prue?" she said, blinking as her eyes adjusted to the harsh flourescent lights.
"I'm here sweetie." Prue said, pushing the hair off her sister's face.
"You look anxious." Phoebe observed.
Prue nodded. "You scared the hell out of me." She put her head down on the pillow, so her face was inches apart from her sister's. It was then that Phoebe noticed the tearstains.
"You've been crying." she said, shocked.
"I thought I was going to lose you," Prue admitted.
"Yeah right, like you could really get rid of me that easily." Phoebe said with a laugh.
"I'm serious." Prue responded, wishing her sister wouldn't joke like that.
Just then, Dr. Wyatt came in with Phoebe's chart. Prue sat up, and noticed that Andy had slipped out.
"Can I go home now?" Phoebe asked. "Pretty please?"
Dr. Wyatt laughed. "First, I have to examine you again, while your conscious. Mostly just X-Rays. Then, yes, you can go home."
The examination and discharge didn't take long, and soon Prue and Phoebe were home. Prue immediately exiled Phoebe to the couch, to rest whie she made them both a late lunch. They ate together in the living room. For the first time in a long while, they didn't have to force themselves to be nice. It was as if, in the hospital, they'd made an unspoken pact to bury the proverbial hatchet. Neither of them could pinpoint exactly when the change took place, but they were both to grateful for it to care.
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A/N: Yeah. Question about the lyrics at the beginning of each chapter: Do you like them? I'm trying to come up with ones that suit the mood of the chapter. Am I doing a good job, or do my choices completely suck? I'm only asking this because it's my first time using lyrics this way in a fic, and I want to know if I should do it again, so please review and let me know.
~from the song "A Story About A Girl" by Our Lady Peace~