As Prue neared closer towards the door, she heard what sounded like someone, her little sister, losing her stomach in the bathroom. She sped up her pace towards the bathroom. Prue burst through the door, "Phoebe!" Phoebe stood over the toilet, just having flushed its contents.
Phoebe's head hung off of her shoulders. Prue noticed that her sister changed out of her wet clothes from earlier. Prue walked over to Phoebe and put a hand to her head; she thought her sister felt a little warm. "Come on Phebes," Prue soothed as she lead Phoebe towards the sink. Phoebe bent over the sink and washed her mouth out, but she still had the after taste from losing her stomach. "Let's get you into bed," Prue whispered to her sister.
Phoebe was walking to her room in a haze. She couldn't believe it. She had cut her wrist, died, saw mom, ran away from mom, cleaned up the blood from the bathroom, which caused her to become nauseated and blew chucks, and is now being led to bed. What a day, Phoebe thought. It was starting to scare her, some of the things she did. She just did something and the consequences of her actions didn't erupt until afterwards. She never meant for anything to ever turn out like it did. She needed to tell them, she didn't want to, but they needed to know.
Prue lead Phoebe to her bed as she want to get Phoebe something lighter to wear. She pulled out a pair of baggy shorts and a tank top from Phoebe's dresser draw. Funny, Prue thought, I don't remember seeing this before. It was then that Prue realized how little she really did know about her sister. I mean sure, at the moment, Prue was realizing that she never saw a certain pair of her sister's pajamas. At a time, she would have known her sister inside and out, but not anymore.
When Prue returned to Phoebe with the pajamas, she began to help Phoebe get undresses. As Prue was undressing Phoebe, she noticed how pale and thin her sister was looking. Her sister, not the person sitting before her, used to be skinny, but not unhealthy thin. The sister she knew was also tan from being outside all the time.
As Prue tried to put the tank top on Phoebe, Phoebe objected. "Well, what do you where to bed?" Prue wanted to know.
"I don't wear anything," Phoebe responded, shocking her sister.
It just upset Prue even more. At the moment, Prue had to think about her sister and not herself. Prue was helping Phoebe get under the covers when she saw a white patch on Phoebe's left arm. Prue, who was standing on Phoebe's right side, hadn't noticed it yet. "What happened to your arm Phoebe?" Prue asked, fearing the answer.
Phoebe's head just hung down. "Phoebe!" Prue continued.
"When I was out earlier, I scraped it. When I got home I went into the bathroom to clean it. Then I got sick and, you know," Phoebe lied. Phoebe was going to tell Prue the truth, but she didn't want to disappoint her sisters anymore than she already had.
Prue, whose eyes hadn't left Phoebe since she saw the bandage, responded with, "Phoebe, I want the truth," Prue demanded in a stern voice.
"That is the truth," Phoebe replied, slowly lifting her head to finally meet her older sister's eyes. Prue felt so horrible for not believing her little sister.
After Prue helped Phoebe into bed, she want downstairs and collapsed onto the sofa. She picked up the phone and dialed the number of her apartment. Piper picked up after only two rings, which meant that she was up. Well, she should be, Prue thought to herself, it's 9:30. "Hello," Piper greeted into the phone.
"Hey Pipe, it's Prue," Prue informed.
"Hey Prue, what got you up so early this morning?" Piper inquired.
"Well, I woke up with this gut feeling and...oh never mind. Do you think you can get over to the Manor for a little while? Phoebe's sick and has a nasty cut on her arm, I think," Prue replied, starting to remember that she didn't actually see the cut.