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Deaf, dumb and thirty
Starting to deserve this
Leaning on my conscience wall
Blood is like wine
Unconscious all the time
If I had it all again
I'd change it all
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"Who paged me?" Dr. Wyatt asked as he ran through the emergency room doors.
"Over here, Doctor." called one of the ER nurses. She and a team of others were standing over a bed where a young, familiar-looking woman was lying, unconscious.
Leo started treating her immediately. "What happened?"
"She lost control of her car, and skidded into a pole." the nurse answered.
"Is there any identification? She's lost a lot of blood, does it say what type she is?" Leo asked.
The nurse read from a card found in the patient's purse. "Prue Halliwell. Blood type A-negative. Organ donor."
"She's not going to be donating any organs today." Leo said, determined to save the woman. "Get me two pints of A-negative blood." he commanded a different nurse. He nodded and ran off. Leo turned back to the first nurse. "Have her reletives been notified?"
The nurse nodded. "Piper and Phoebe Halliwell were called a few minutes ago. We were able to reach both of them, and they said they'd be here right away."
Leo's ears pricked up when he heard those names. So that was why the woman looked so familiar.
"What's wrong?" the nurse asked, noticing Leo's change in expression.
"Nothing... I, uh, I treated Phoebe Halliwell about a week ago. Her sister here is in much worse shape." Leo replied. "Come on, let's get her up to the OR."
As they were moving Prue upstairs, her sisters intercepted them in the hall.
"Oh my God," Piper gasped upon seeing her sister, unconscious and bloody. "What happened? Is she going to be okay?"
Leo and the other doctors kept moving at a quick pace, and Piper and Phoebe fell into step with them. "She's in critical condition," Leo told them. "We'll know more after the surgery." He, along with their sister and the surgical team, disappeared into the operating room. Piper and Phoebe were left on the other side of the swinging doors, staring after them numbly. A nurse led the two sisters to the waiting room, and handed them Prue's purse, which had been recovered from the car.
A few minutes after the nurse left them, something inside the purse started to ring. Clumsily, Phoebe fumbled around until she pulled out Prue's cell phone.
"Hello?" she answered, her voice coming out in a squeak.
"Phoebe?" came Andy's surprised voice. "Where's Prue?"
Phoebe cleared her throat, trying to steady her voice before answering. "She's, um, she was in an accident. Andy, maybe you should come down here. It's... it's bad."
"I'll be right there." Andy said, and hung up.
Phoebe put the phone down. She didn't even realize she was shaking until Piper put her arms around her.
"Honey, she'll be okay." Piper said, as much for her own benefit as for her sister.
Phoebe nodded. "Yeah, I mean, Dr. Wyatt healed me, didn't he? He's good, sh-she'll be ok-kay." she stuttered.
Andy came in five minutes later. "Where is she?" he asked.
"She's still in surgery." Piper said quietly, afraid that if she raised her voice to above a whisper, she'd start crying even harder than she already was.
Andy sat between them, comforting them both while trying to reassure himself. Even after all this time, Prue meant a lot to him, and if something happened to her...
No. He wouldn't let himself think that. If he thought it, it might come true, and he couldn't deal with that. He wouldn't deal with that. He wouldn't have to, he reminded himself, because it wouldn't happen. Prue would be allright. Still, his mind, and Piper's, and Phoebe's, all kept coming back to one question.
What if she wasn't?
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A/N: So, what do you think? Am I keeping you in suspense by holding off on whether or not Prue will live? Or am I boring you with my drawn-out sub-plot? Either way, let me know. Review. Vote on whether you think Prue will live or die. Vote on whether you *want* Prue to live or die. Just give me some feedback, okay???
~from the song "Machine Head" by Bush~
Deaf, dumb and thirty
Starting to deserve this
Leaning on my conscience wall
Blood is like wine
Unconscious all the time
If I had it all again
I'd change it all
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"Who paged me?" Dr. Wyatt asked as he ran through the emergency room doors.
"Over here, Doctor." called one of the ER nurses. She and a team of others were standing over a bed where a young, familiar-looking woman was lying, unconscious.
Leo started treating her immediately. "What happened?"
"She lost control of her car, and skidded into a pole." the nurse answered.
"Is there any identification? She's lost a lot of blood, does it say what type she is?" Leo asked.
The nurse read from a card found in the patient's purse. "Prue Halliwell. Blood type A-negative. Organ donor."
"She's not going to be donating any organs today." Leo said, determined to save the woman. "Get me two pints of A-negative blood." he commanded a different nurse. He nodded and ran off. Leo turned back to the first nurse. "Have her reletives been notified?"
The nurse nodded. "Piper and Phoebe Halliwell were called a few minutes ago. We were able to reach both of them, and they said they'd be here right away."
Leo's ears pricked up when he heard those names. So that was why the woman looked so familiar.
"What's wrong?" the nurse asked, noticing Leo's change in expression.
"Nothing... I, uh, I treated Phoebe Halliwell about a week ago. Her sister here is in much worse shape." Leo replied. "Come on, let's get her up to the OR."
As they were moving Prue upstairs, her sisters intercepted them in the hall.
"Oh my God," Piper gasped upon seeing her sister, unconscious and bloody. "What happened? Is she going to be okay?"
Leo and the other doctors kept moving at a quick pace, and Piper and Phoebe fell into step with them. "She's in critical condition," Leo told them. "We'll know more after the surgery." He, along with their sister and the surgical team, disappeared into the operating room. Piper and Phoebe were left on the other side of the swinging doors, staring after them numbly. A nurse led the two sisters to the waiting room, and handed them Prue's purse, which had been recovered from the car.
A few minutes after the nurse left them, something inside the purse started to ring. Clumsily, Phoebe fumbled around until she pulled out Prue's cell phone.
"Hello?" she answered, her voice coming out in a squeak.
"Phoebe?" came Andy's surprised voice. "Where's Prue?"
Phoebe cleared her throat, trying to steady her voice before answering. "She's, um, she was in an accident. Andy, maybe you should come down here. It's... it's bad."
"I'll be right there." Andy said, and hung up.
Phoebe put the phone down. She didn't even realize she was shaking until Piper put her arms around her.
"Honey, she'll be okay." Piper said, as much for her own benefit as for her sister.
Phoebe nodded. "Yeah, I mean, Dr. Wyatt healed me, didn't he? He's good, sh-she'll be ok-kay." she stuttered.
Andy came in five minutes later. "Where is she?" he asked.
"She's still in surgery." Piper said quietly, afraid that if she raised her voice to above a whisper, she'd start crying even harder than she already was.
Andy sat between them, comforting them both while trying to reassure himself. Even after all this time, Prue meant a lot to him, and if something happened to her...
No. He wouldn't let himself think that. If he thought it, it might come true, and he couldn't deal with that. He wouldn't deal with that. He wouldn't have to, he reminded himself, because it wouldn't happen. Prue would be allright. Still, his mind, and Piper's, and Phoebe's, all kept coming back to one question.
What if she wasn't?
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A/N: So, what do you think? Am I keeping you in suspense by holding off on whether or not Prue will live? Or am I boring you with my drawn-out sub-plot? Either way, let me know. Review. Vote on whether you think Prue will live or die. Vote on whether you *want* Prue to live or die. Just give me some feedback, okay???
~from the song "Machine Head" by Bush~