Chapter One

It was Monday morning, and Phoebe and Paige had gone off to work.
Piper was not alone in Halliwell Manor, however, because her darling baby boy, Wyatt, was here.
"Wyatt?" Piper called, walking into his room, and picking him up from his crib.
"Aren't you just a darling little boy, aren't you?"
She took in a gasp when she saw that Wyatt was unmoving.
Then it registered, and she carried his limp form over to the phone, ringing for an ambulance and placing him on the couch.
She began to perform CPR.
In, out. In, out, she thought, panicking. Oh god, please let him still be alive. In, out.
Finally the ambulance arrived.
They took Piper in the ambulance with him, and she watched as they stuck all instruments on Wyatt's body.
"What's wrong with him?" she cried frantically.
"I'm sorry, we can't tell you yet." The nurse replied kindly.
Piper didn't smile back, she was too frusterated.
At least he's alive, Piper thought, I can hear him breathing.
Wyatt's breaths came in short, gasped amounts.
It didn't sound very good.
His eyes wouldn't open by themselves, either.
Did a demon visit him last night? Piper asked herself.
The ambulance arrived at the hospital, and Wyatt was rushed into emergency, while Piper was asked to wait outside.
She went into an empty room and called for Leo.
He answered at once. "What is it?" he asked.
"It's Wyatt." She told him. Then she explained what had happened.
A look of horror came across Leo's face.
The two of them walked out of the empty room and nearly bumped into Wyatt's doctor.
"I have to talk to you about Wyatt." The doctor said gravely.
"What is it?" Piper asked. "Tell me, is he gonna be alright? Is he dead?"
The doctor looked at Piper sorrowfully.