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Part 15
Piper walked forward, as Prue stood back looking at her sister, Dean also made his way towards Phoebe who was still looking in there direction, "What have you done Phoebe?" he asked wearily, Phoebe looked at Piper, "You...should have hid it better..." Piper lost all the color in her face as she turned a pale, milky completion, "You...no Phoebe" Phoebe took the knife, dripping with blood from her pocket, "You should have hid it" Piper moved a step closer Phoebe dropped the knife and fell to the floor, her eyes rolled back in her head and she started fitting, Dean ran over and was by her side in seconds, "PHOEBE!" he shouted he cupped her head and his hand was soon moist with the warm feeling of fresh blood, "Piper call an ambulance." Dean looked up at a shocked Piper who was standing moth open and eyes wide, "PIPER NOW!" He screamed, breaking her for her state, Piper ran over to the Phone and dialed 999, why she was waiting for an answer she screamed to Prue, "Keep Paige out side, take her next door, just....GO!" Prue took one last look at Phoebe before running out to the garden.
Everything turned into slow motion as Dean looked down at the girl he loved, he was crying now, and wasn't to scared to show it, this guy didn't ever cry but tonight as his girl friend was so close to death he let his tears fall, He pulled Phoebe up into his arms holding her head close to her chest, his shirt soon absorbed the blood that flowed from the open wound on the back of her head, he soon noticed that blood was dripping from her hands onto the wooden floor, he took her jacket of carefully reviling her once white shirt was covered, blood seeped through, Dean cried harder as he lay her back on the floor, Piper came back over, he hared her gasp didn't even have to look up her finally got of her jacket when he spoke, "Piper towels, quick" Piper ran of up the stairs and while she was gone Dean started taking Phoebes soaking tank top of, her stomach had deep gashes that oozed with dark crimson blood, and her wrists were slit in a vertical angle that bled heavily, Dean was sat over the unconscious body of his loving girlfriend, he was filled with regret, anger, frustration, fear and love. Tears bounced onto her body as they fell he did all he could, which wasn't very much.
Prue came back into the room and was stopped dead in her tracks when she saw him crying over her sisters body, she was a mass of blood, Dean looked up, "Prue get the help over hear and help me" He screamed, Prue didn't know what to do, "Help me Prue...I don't care what shit you have been through she's your sister, she could die!" This really hit home and Prue ran over to Phoebe's side, it was then that Piper came running down the stairs and over to where Dean and Phoebe were, she handed dean the towels.
He put one under her head and told Piper wrapped them around the gashes on her arm, after that Dean took the knife from the floor and put it in his pocket, It was then that the paramedics came in to the house, everything after that was a blur.
Piper could only remember Dean's strong arms around her, holding her back as both cried, Prue stood in shock un-able to speak coherently and comprehend what had happened. Dean looked down and although Phoebe lay in her blood stained body, jeans and bra, her beauty un mistakable her kindness and loving nature boldly shone through the pain.
The noise of the paramedics talking to each other across the body of Phoebe, of a sister, a girlfriend and a friend. Each distraught, each forgetting the then, the past months, the past minuets, their past lives each concentrating on the here and now, each close to the demise, each only to a wear that this could be the end, each broke down in their own way as their hearts sunk and their world plummeted into the endless pit of disappear.
They had her wired up to some kind of machine, all Piper could see was blood and wires and shouting and death, a sense of death had covered the manor, and was slowly taking Phoebe with him as he left. The machine flat lined, Phoebe's body started fitting as the paramedics tried to reviver, Piper cried harder and louder as she turned and buried her head into Deans chest. Prue just watched in shock and dean couldn't pull himself away from her face, it was so, deadly. His thoughts were tore into as the beeping of the flat line continued; it was too much for Piper who now couldn't control her sobs or her shaking body. Her baby sister was dieing...
Suddenly the high pitched beeping slowed down and became further apart and the those words were spoken, the only words that they had really hared since the paramedics started working on Phoebe, "We have her back" Piper let out a sigh of relief as more tears spilled from her eyes, Dean looked over at Prue and saw built up emotion and turmoil ripping through her.
"We have to get her to SFMH soon, really soon" Dean was the only one able to speak, "How is she..."
"Critical and if we don't get her to a hospital I'm afraid that she wont...we have to go." The guy explained, "One of you can come in the ambulance with her..." Dean looked at Piper, "Go! Piper go with Phoebe, I'll drive behind it with Prue" All piper did was nod her head, and followed the paramedics who had Phoebe on a stretcher, Dean accompanied Piper.
Once the doors were shut to the ambulance, the siren sounded as it sped of, Dean was left standing in the road his once whit vest shirt now soaked through with Phoebe's blood as was most of his body. He was in shock for all but two seconds before turning back to the house and running through the door, he was now running of pure fear, adrenalin and the need to be with Phoebe...
As he stepped through the door, he saw the pool of blood and the disregarded shirt and Jacket that were drenched in the crimson blood, he then looked up at Prue who was stood in the same place as before, her eyes filled with unshed tears and her mouth trembling as she held back the sobs, "Prue, we have to go now" Prue didn't move, Dean walked over and grabbed her by the elbow, he pulled her to look at him, "Phoebe is dieing, forget the shit that happened here last night, she needs you." Prue didn't move she just let him pull her out to the car.
Part 15
Piper walked forward, as Prue stood back looking at her sister, Dean also made his way towards Phoebe who was still looking in there direction, "What have you done Phoebe?" he asked wearily, Phoebe looked at Piper, "You...should have hid it better..." Piper lost all the color in her face as she turned a pale, milky completion, "You...no Phoebe" Phoebe took the knife, dripping with blood from her pocket, "You should have hid it" Piper moved a step closer Phoebe dropped the knife and fell to the floor, her eyes rolled back in her head and she started fitting, Dean ran over and was by her side in seconds, "PHOEBE!" he shouted he cupped her head and his hand was soon moist with the warm feeling of fresh blood, "Piper call an ambulance." Dean looked up at a shocked Piper who was standing moth open and eyes wide, "PIPER NOW!" He screamed, breaking her for her state, Piper ran over to the Phone and dialed 999, why she was waiting for an answer she screamed to Prue, "Keep Paige out side, take her next door, just....GO!" Prue took one last look at Phoebe before running out to the garden.
Everything turned into slow motion as Dean looked down at the girl he loved, he was crying now, and wasn't to scared to show it, this guy didn't ever cry but tonight as his girl friend was so close to death he let his tears fall, He pulled Phoebe up into his arms holding her head close to her chest, his shirt soon absorbed the blood that flowed from the open wound on the back of her head, he soon noticed that blood was dripping from her hands onto the wooden floor, he took her jacket of carefully reviling her once white shirt was covered, blood seeped through, Dean cried harder as he lay her back on the floor, Piper came back over, he hared her gasp didn't even have to look up her finally got of her jacket when he spoke, "Piper towels, quick" Piper ran of up the stairs and while she was gone Dean started taking Phoebes soaking tank top of, her stomach had deep gashes that oozed with dark crimson blood, and her wrists were slit in a vertical angle that bled heavily, Dean was sat over the unconscious body of his loving girlfriend, he was filled with regret, anger, frustration, fear and love. Tears bounced onto her body as they fell he did all he could, which wasn't very much.
Prue came back into the room and was stopped dead in her tracks when she saw him crying over her sisters body, she was a mass of blood, Dean looked up, "Prue get the help over hear and help me" He screamed, Prue didn't know what to do, "Help me Prue...I don't care what shit you have been through she's your sister, she could die!" This really hit home and Prue ran over to Phoebe's side, it was then that Piper came running down the stairs and over to where Dean and Phoebe were, she handed dean the towels.
He put one under her head and told Piper wrapped them around the gashes on her arm, after that Dean took the knife from the floor and put it in his pocket, It was then that the paramedics came in to the house, everything after that was a blur.
Piper could only remember Dean's strong arms around her, holding her back as both cried, Prue stood in shock un-able to speak coherently and comprehend what had happened. Dean looked down and although Phoebe lay in her blood stained body, jeans and bra, her beauty un mistakable her kindness and loving nature boldly shone through the pain.
The noise of the paramedics talking to each other across the body of Phoebe, of a sister, a girlfriend and a friend. Each distraught, each forgetting the then, the past months, the past minuets, their past lives each concentrating on the here and now, each close to the demise, each only to a wear that this could be the end, each broke down in their own way as their hearts sunk and their world plummeted into the endless pit of disappear.
They had her wired up to some kind of machine, all Piper could see was blood and wires and shouting and death, a sense of death had covered the manor, and was slowly taking Phoebe with him as he left. The machine flat lined, Phoebe's body started fitting as the paramedics tried to reviver, Piper cried harder and louder as she turned and buried her head into Deans chest. Prue just watched in shock and dean couldn't pull himself away from her face, it was so, deadly. His thoughts were tore into as the beeping of the flat line continued; it was too much for Piper who now couldn't control her sobs or her shaking body. Her baby sister was dieing...
Suddenly the high pitched beeping slowed down and became further apart and the those words were spoken, the only words that they had really hared since the paramedics started working on Phoebe, "We have her back" Piper let out a sigh of relief as more tears spilled from her eyes, Dean looked over at Prue and saw built up emotion and turmoil ripping through her.
"We have to get her to SFMH soon, really soon" Dean was the only one able to speak, "How is she..."
"Critical and if we don't get her to a hospital I'm afraid that she wont...we have to go." The guy explained, "One of you can come in the ambulance with her..." Dean looked at Piper, "Go! Piper go with Phoebe, I'll drive behind it with Prue" All piper did was nod her head, and followed the paramedics who had Phoebe on a stretcher, Dean accompanied Piper.
Once the doors were shut to the ambulance, the siren sounded as it sped of, Dean was left standing in the road his once whit vest shirt now soaked through with Phoebe's blood as was most of his body. He was in shock for all but two seconds before turning back to the house and running through the door, he was now running of pure fear, adrenalin and the need to be with Phoebe...
As he stepped through the door, he saw the pool of blood and the disregarded shirt and Jacket that were drenched in the crimson blood, he then looked up at Prue who was stood in the same place as before, her eyes filled with unshed tears and her mouth trembling as she held back the sobs, "Prue, we have to go now" Prue didn't move, Dean walked over and grabbed her by the elbow, he pulled her to look at him, "Phoebe is dieing, forget the shit that happened here last night, she needs you." Prue didn't move she just let him pull her out to the car.