Part 19
Phoebe had been in the hospital for over a week, and things had gone from bad to worse. The death scares at the beginning of the hole thing we nothing compared to the hectic life Phoebe had become accustomed to, and dear she say it things were going to get worse.
Today she was going to be released, which was in some ways a relief, a welcomed relief because there was nothing worse than staring at the walls in a hospital. This had been a week of hell, Phoebe was been pressured by the police, Andy and Dean to tell them everything, Phoebe was reluctant to. Not only that but Prue, who was now more distant and the hate more intensive between the older and the younger of the two, Prue had found out that Phoebe had paid a little visit to Roger and she was far from happy, Phoebe remembered the day that Prue barged into the hospital room, only a day after she had woken up, and it was the last time she had been there...
---- Phoebe was sitting in the bed when the door flew open startling Piper and Dean who were sat either side of her, the looked over to she the oldest stood there rage flashing in her eyes, "You" She shouted,
"I?" Phoebe asked, with a smile on her face knowing exactly what Prue was so angry about, "You did that to him" Prue shouted,
"Oh, is Prue's little baby hurt, is he crying and all sad and up set that I bashed in his pretty little face?" Phoebe's face turned from the smile to a blank, emotionless face, "Listen up Prue, he messed with me, he has ruined my life. It'll do well for you also to remember this, anyone...and I mean ANYONE...who thinks its okay to mess with Phoebe is going to get what they deserve. And Prue that includes you." Prue stepped forward, "You stay away from me and Roger, this is the last time that you'll see me, when you get out of this place I won't be at the manor, and don't come looking for me" Phoebe's face grew angry, "Oh no Prue, I wouldn't count on it because you aren't getting away with it that easy, Roger's Paid...and you are next...and believe me you'll pay" Prue never spoke for a moment, then she stared deep into the eyes of the youngest, "Go to hell Phoebe"
"Oh Prue trust me, I am in a living hell, and understand I pray for a flat line every day, and when I have finished with you you'll pray for one too"-- --
They were more or less the last words spoken between them as Phoebe recalled, and Phoebe wasn't lying, Prue was going to pay, pay big. Things had been so different since that night she woke up, the day she left the manor, the night she got stabbed. Since then she had more hate for the older sister than ever, she had become so distant from Dean, and even felt different towards Piper and Paige, she still loved them more than her own life, but he couldn't talk to them anymore, she couldn't look them in the face.
She remembered a fight she had with Dean, in this very hospital room as she lay looking up at the white ceiling she relived it all as she waited for her lift home...
---- Dean was sat next to her for almost three hours, Phoebe had not spoken much just, mumbled something here and there, he was starting to get annoyed, he stood up fr4om his chair, "Phoebe you need to sort it out!" He screamed, Phoebe looked at him, never spoke this angered him further, "You have spoken hardly three words since I have stepped in here and we have not had a convocation since you woke up, You need to sort it out, tell the police what happened and let them sort it out. I just want everything to be like before..." It was that statement that played over and over in Phoebe's mind, "Want everything to be like before...BEFORE WHEN?" She screamed, "Before...When my dad was still around, before...I tried to stab him...Or when my boyfriends the people who are supposed to look out for you...love you put me in her? Or before I beat up that no good son of a bitch that Prue loves more than her own sister?" Dean looked at her, "Yeah well I love you, and I'm looking out for you, that is why, you need to talk to the police" he urged,
"I don't have to do anything" Dan moved closer to the bed, "Yes Phoebe you do, you have to be Phoebe again, the Phoebe who plays with her little sister, who jokes with her older sister, The Phoebe who isn't afraid to show that they love my...do you know what it's like to love someone so much that it hurts to see them like this. Talk to the police and let the no good son of a bitch get what he deserves..."
"Oh, he'll get what he deserves okay! But I am not talking to the police...Just get the hell out of here Dean, I wanna be alone"
"Phoebe!" He voice softened,
"No, get the hell out" She screamed...----
Phoebe was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of the door opening, the doctor walked in, Phoebe looked over at him and sat up on the corner of the bed, "Dr...so what's the verdict?" She asked,
"Phoebe, how's my favourite little patient?" HE asked,
"Holding up...So I can get out of here now?" She asked,
"Not until your sister of Dean comes to pick you up..." Phoebe's temper just surged and it did not go un noticed by the concerned doctor, "Phoebe do you want to talk about anything?" He asked,
"No I'm fine, just want to get home, no offence but this place isn't exactly the nicest" He smiled, "No the place isn't but...the doctors are" Phoebe smiled, "No arguments there!" She told him, the only time Phoebe had actually smiled since coming in her was when the doctor came in, she never felt ashamed, or too guilty to look at him, and he didn't try to make her do or say anything she didn't want to. "So those for me?" She asked, the doctor lifted up a bag, "Yeah, two of these three times a day...and there are some pain killers inside in case you in a lot of pain..."
"What about some of that nice stuff you have that makes me all calm...you know, the stress less stuff? The stuff you gave me after I had that fight with Dean?" The doctor smiled, "Nice try Phoebe, but sorry no can do...Try not to get stressed though, two much pressure isn't good." Phoebe laughed at the idea of not getting stressed, 'not likely' she thought.
It was a few minuets after the doctor had left that there was a knock at the door, and the older sister, Piper walked in, "Hay Phoebe you all set"
"Suppose..." She muttered standing to her feet.
She didn't even look at Piper, who was concerned about her sister, she walked straight past her and out the door. All piper could do was follow.
Phoebe had stuff to do, she didn't have time to have a cosy little chat with Piper, she had people to visit, and things to sort out. People would pay...all of them would pay in full.
Phoebe had been in the hospital for over a week, and things had gone from bad to worse. The death scares at the beginning of the hole thing we nothing compared to the hectic life Phoebe had become accustomed to, and dear she say it things were going to get worse.
Today she was going to be released, which was in some ways a relief, a welcomed relief because there was nothing worse than staring at the walls in a hospital. This had been a week of hell, Phoebe was been pressured by the police, Andy and Dean to tell them everything, Phoebe was reluctant to. Not only that but Prue, who was now more distant and the hate more intensive between the older and the younger of the two, Prue had found out that Phoebe had paid a little visit to Roger and she was far from happy, Phoebe remembered the day that Prue barged into the hospital room, only a day after she had woken up, and it was the last time she had been there...
---- Phoebe was sitting in the bed when the door flew open startling Piper and Dean who were sat either side of her, the looked over to she the oldest stood there rage flashing in her eyes, "You" She shouted,
"I?" Phoebe asked, with a smile on her face knowing exactly what Prue was so angry about, "You did that to him" Prue shouted,
"Oh, is Prue's little baby hurt, is he crying and all sad and up set that I bashed in his pretty little face?" Phoebe's face turned from the smile to a blank, emotionless face, "Listen up Prue, he messed with me, he has ruined my life. It'll do well for you also to remember this, anyone...and I mean ANYONE...who thinks its okay to mess with Phoebe is going to get what they deserve. And Prue that includes you." Prue stepped forward, "You stay away from me and Roger, this is the last time that you'll see me, when you get out of this place I won't be at the manor, and don't come looking for me" Phoebe's face grew angry, "Oh no Prue, I wouldn't count on it because you aren't getting away with it that easy, Roger's Paid...and you are next...and believe me you'll pay" Prue never spoke for a moment, then she stared deep into the eyes of the youngest, "Go to hell Phoebe"
"Oh Prue trust me, I am in a living hell, and understand I pray for a flat line every day, and when I have finished with you you'll pray for one too"-- --
They were more or less the last words spoken between them as Phoebe recalled, and Phoebe wasn't lying, Prue was going to pay, pay big. Things had been so different since that night she woke up, the day she left the manor, the night she got stabbed. Since then she had more hate for the older sister than ever, she had become so distant from Dean, and even felt different towards Piper and Paige, she still loved them more than her own life, but he couldn't talk to them anymore, she couldn't look them in the face.
She remembered a fight she had with Dean, in this very hospital room as she lay looking up at the white ceiling she relived it all as she waited for her lift home...
---- Dean was sat next to her for almost three hours, Phoebe had not spoken much just, mumbled something here and there, he was starting to get annoyed, he stood up fr4om his chair, "Phoebe you need to sort it out!" He screamed, Phoebe looked at him, never spoke this angered him further, "You have spoken hardly three words since I have stepped in here and we have not had a convocation since you woke up, You need to sort it out, tell the police what happened and let them sort it out. I just want everything to be like before..." It was that statement that played over and over in Phoebe's mind, "Want everything to be like before...BEFORE WHEN?" She screamed, "Before...When my dad was still around, before...I tried to stab him...Or when my boyfriends the people who are supposed to look out for you...love you put me in her? Or before I beat up that no good son of a bitch that Prue loves more than her own sister?" Dean looked at her, "Yeah well I love you, and I'm looking out for you, that is why, you need to talk to the police" he urged,
"I don't have to do anything" Dan moved closer to the bed, "Yes Phoebe you do, you have to be Phoebe again, the Phoebe who plays with her little sister, who jokes with her older sister, The Phoebe who isn't afraid to show that they love my...do you know what it's like to love someone so much that it hurts to see them like this. Talk to the police and let the no good son of a bitch get what he deserves..."
"Oh, he'll get what he deserves okay! But I am not talking to the police...Just get the hell out of here Dean, I wanna be alone"
"Phoebe!" He voice softened,
"No, get the hell out" She screamed...----
Phoebe was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of the door opening, the doctor walked in, Phoebe looked over at him and sat up on the corner of the bed, "Dr...so what's the verdict?" She asked,
"Phoebe, how's my favourite little patient?" HE asked,
"Holding up...So I can get out of here now?" She asked,
"Not until your sister of Dean comes to pick you up..." Phoebe's temper just surged and it did not go un noticed by the concerned doctor, "Phoebe do you want to talk about anything?" He asked,
"No I'm fine, just want to get home, no offence but this place isn't exactly the nicest" He smiled, "No the place isn't but...the doctors are" Phoebe smiled, "No arguments there!" She told him, the only time Phoebe had actually smiled since coming in her was when the doctor came in, she never felt ashamed, or too guilty to look at him, and he didn't try to make her do or say anything she didn't want to. "So those for me?" She asked, the doctor lifted up a bag, "Yeah, two of these three times a day...and there are some pain killers inside in case you in a lot of pain..."
"What about some of that nice stuff you have that makes me all calm...you know, the stress less stuff? The stuff you gave me after I had that fight with Dean?" The doctor smiled, "Nice try Phoebe, but sorry no can do...Try not to get stressed though, two much pressure isn't good." Phoebe laughed at the idea of not getting stressed, 'not likely' she thought.
It was a few minuets after the doctor had left that there was a knock at the door, and the older sister, Piper walked in, "Hay Phoebe you all set"
"Suppose..." She muttered standing to her feet.
She didn't even look at Piper, who was concerned about her sister, she walked straight past her and out the door. All piper could do was follow.
Phoebe had stuff to do, she didn't have time to have a cosy little chat with Piper, she had people to visit, and things to sort out. People would pay...all of them would pay in full.