Chapter 4

Missing Piper

Phoebes P.O.V.

' Poor Paige.' I thought, walking down the stairs.

I went into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Paige was still sleeping like a baby. She looked so innocent. I had made sure that she was okay before I had gone downstairs. When I returned, Paige wasn't in her room. I stepped through the doorway and scanned her room. She was nowhere in sight.

"Paige?" I called.

Just then, I heard a gross retching sound coming from the bathroom. I turned the doorknob and opened the door. There was Paige. She was bent over the toilet, vomiting.

"Oh, Paige." I said in worry. "Are you okay?"

"No." I answered myself. "You're obviously not okay."

I knelt down next to her and pulled back her long, dark hair. I tried to comfort her by gently rubbing her back. After a couple minutes went by, I helped her up and led her back to her room.

"You don't need to guide me." Paige said with a mild attitude, when we were halfway there. "I know where my own bedroom is."

"Okay, Paige." I replied. I didn't want to start an argument with her. Not while she was in this condition. It would just make her feel worse. Plus, I don't like fighting with my sisters and Paige looks up to me.

"I'll be right behind you, Phebes." She said, grinning.

"Well, she's smiling." I thought. "At least she's feeling a little better." I smiled at her and made towards her room. It was a mess. I'm guessing that she accidentally knock over her glass of water on her nightstand while trying to get to the bathroom. I'm glad she did make it to the bathroom, by the way. I didn't really want to clean her breakfast off of the floor.

Her sheets and blankets, which I might add that I don't know why she was even using because she is burning up, were all over the place. Her pillows were on the floor. She probably kicked them off in her sleep.

"Must have been one hell of a nightmare." I thought. I started making her bed. Everything was all damp with sweat, or possibly even drool, if Paige even does drool. I highly doubt it, though.

I heard the door creek. It was a very small sound. I glanced behind me. Paige was standing there. I think she was looking at me, but I couldn't tell. The expression on her face made it seem like she was gazing at something far away. Her eyes looked almost like glass or porcelain. After I took in her expression, it took me a minute to realize what was wrong.

"Phoebe, I don't feel so good." Paige said, turning even paler than she already was. My eyes widened.

"Okay. Come on, Paige." I said. "Bathroom!" I grabbed her hand and led her towards the bathroom. We were almost there, but it was too late. We didn't walk fast enough. I looked away from the mess that she had made all down the front of her nightshirt and the floor.

"Ewww. Gross. Distgusting. Why me?" I thought. "Oh. God. It smells so gross!"

"I'm sorry Phoebe." Paige told me in a shaky voice. She had such a sad expression on her face. She looked so pitiful. I felt so sorry for her. And she thought she needed to apologize. I just didn't get it. Doesn't she realize that all I care about right now is getting her better? I can't stand to see her like this.

"You don't need to apologize for being sick." I told her. "Don't worry. I'll clean it up. It's not your fault. Things like this happened to Prue, Piper, and I all of the time."

"I know." She replied. "I just hate people seeing me like this. And I'm so used to taking care of myself. I was an only child for twenty-five years."

"I know, sweetie. I understand." I said. "You should get some rest." I walked with her into her room and let her sit on her bed. I couldn't let her stay in THESE clothes.

"Paige, wait right here. I'm going to get Piper to get you into something clean while I clean the hall floor. Okay?"

"Phoebe, I can change my own clothing." She bluntly stated.

"Paige! We're your sisters!" I told her. "We don't care if we see you in your underwear right now! We're worried out of our minds! Let Piper help you. You can barely walk."

"Fine." My sister said, giving in.

"Okay. Wait here." I told her as if she were a child. I went over to the bottom of the attic stairs. "Piper! Could you come here and help me change Paige's clothes. She just puked all over herself!"

I waited for the reply. I didn't get one. There was not one sound coming from the attic.

"Piper?" I called up the stairs. I slowly made my way up to the attic. It was empty. Empty and quiet. Too quiet. The only thing in there was junk. But... wait...the book was open.

I looked at the picture. Black skin, forest green markings. Looked pretty threatening. I quickly read through the page.

"What does this dude have to do with anything?" I asked myself.

I saw a light from behind me. There was suddenly a new presence in the room.

"Phoebe?"

"Oh. God. Paige, you scared me."

"Sorry." She said. "Where's Piper?"

"Not a clue." I said.

I turned to look at Paige. She must have already changed her clothes. She was wearing a green tank top and a pair of sweatpants. The tank top was spaghetti strapped. I noticed something on her shoulder. A very small purple spot. There was another above her right eye. And another on her wrist. They were all over.

"Paige, uh, do those itch?" I asked her.

"Do what itch?" She was totally clueless. I don't understand how she could not notice that her skin is covered in little purple dots. Leo had to be wrong. This is not natural.

"The small violet spots that are currently all over your face, arms, legs, and probably the rest of your body." I replied. She looked at her arms and examined her skin. I watched her as she ran over to the mirror in the nearest corner. She was looking at her face and feeling her skin. Then she lifted up her shirt just enough to see her bell button and noticed that she had a spot right next to her piercing. I watched as she took her belly button ring out and put it in her pocket. She turned towards me.

"Well, they don't itch." She told me. "I'll be fine."

"Paige, I'm starting to think that whatever is wrong with you is not natural. I don't know of any illnesses that cause violet spots."

"Actually, I think they're more of an indigo." She said, glancing at her arms. "Anyway, I'll be fine. I want to help find Piper."

"Fine." I replied. "I'll bring that chair over here for you, just in case. You should really be resting."

"Okay." She said and glanced at the book. "Hey, that's the demon that attacked earlier."

"He's the one that you guys needed help with?"

"No." she said. "Piper already vanquished this dude. There was another demon that we needed help with. But that demon was pretty tough, though. And he used some sort of sleeping gas on me."

"What?!?!?!?!?!?!" I asked her, now suddenly panicked. "Paige, that wasn't sleeping gas! That was poison! It causes some sort of demonic disease! No wonder you don't feel well!"

"God, Phoebe. Calm down" she told me. "Don't have a cow."

Paige's P.O.V.

Don't have a cow. That's funny. I've always wondered why people say that. I mean, people can't actually give birth to cows. Or can they? I thought, giggling.

"What's so funny?" Phoebe asked me. "I don't see any humor in the fact that Piper is missing and you are suffering from something that doctors and medicine can't help."

"Cow." I said, giggling once more. I wasn't even listening to her. I didn't understand why she was so worried. I feel fine.... Although, I do feel pretty hot. And dizzy. And my head feels like it's about to explode. Is it just me, or is it like 500 degrees in here?

I tried really hard to stay conscious as I sank into the chair that Phoebe had pulled up by the book. She was searching, never stopping for a second, for a possible culprit connecting to Piper's disappearance.

"That's him." I said when she reached the page about Norman. "He probably kidnapped her."

Phoebe's P.O.V.

"This is the demon that you guys needed help to vanquish?" I asked her.

"Yup." She said in a voice full of weariness.

"Okay. I'm going to try and find a way to help you and Piper." I said, glancing at her. Beads of sweat were forming on her fore head. " Sit there and don't move a muscle. Moving around will cause the poison to circulate throughout your body faster." I searched and searched. I found something to save Paige, but we needed Piper for it. We would have to go down to the underworld to get Piper back within the next hour. Paige had only two or three hours left to live. Something suddenly broke my concentration.

Paige was no longer in the chair. She was on the floor rocking back and fourth. Her breathing seemed very heavy and shallow. I heard her whimper.

"The bugs won't leave me alone. They keep yelling at me. I don't want to wear a tutu!" She said, starting to cry. They should wear the tutu. That would be funny. A bug in a tutu." She started to giggle again, which soon turned into a hacking cough. She tightly held her hands over her mouth. When she removed them, I saw that they were splattered with blood.

God. She went into delirium within 15 minutes and now she's coughing up blood. This is so not good. We need to get Piper!

N/A Sorry it took me so long. Please review!!