Chapter 12

And Now the Other One's Sick

"Oh my gosh, Pheobe, call an ambulance," Prue said frantically.

"Why...you've got to be kidding...I am not going through the horror of possibly losing ANOTHER sister," Pheobe said, with tears in her eyes.

"Prue, don't...I'm fine...just bring me some oranges with peanut butter and I'll be fine!" Piper said.

"Oh my gosh...she's delirious..fine, I'll do it," Prue said. She ran out of the room and searched for the phone. It was no where to be found...

"Pheobe, what did you do with the phone?" Prue screamed through the house.

"I don't remember, can't you find it?" Pheobe replied.

"Damnit, Pheobe, what am I, the phone psychic?" Prue said. She was sobbing hard. Her sister was dying on the couch and she couldn't even find the phone to call and ambulance.

"Just hurry, Prue, she looks worse," Pheobe yelled nervously.

"Shit, where are you, damn phone?" Prue whispered to her self. She dug around through Pheobe's room, throwing clothes everywhere. Next she moved onto Piper's room, doing the same. Then her room. As suspected, it wasn't there.

"She passed out, Prue, hurry," Pheobe shouted up the stairs. Prue continued to search through the whole house. By the time she got through, it looked like a tornado had torn through. The worst part was she still hadn't found the phone.

"Pheobe, find my cell," Prue said, hoping her sister was close to it.

"Umm...I kinda used it all night...it's dead," Pheobe said, just loud enough for her sister to hear.

"God, Pheobe, you're such an idiot," Prue said. She rummaged through her house for a phone, but had no luck. Oh my God she's gonna die and it's all my fault. What am I supposed to do? Suddenly, Prue saw the phone laying on a table in Piper's room.

Thank God! She immediatley dialed 911.

"911, what's you're emergency?" The receptionist said.

"My sister, she has a fever of 103.2, and now she's passed out on the couch," Prue said, with tears streaming down her pale face.

"Okay. I have someone on the way. Has she been drinking?"

"No," Prue answered.

"Did she eat anything bad? Beef? Raw or undercooked eggs?"

"No."

"Okay, Ms. Halliwell," the lady said. "The ambulance should be there in 5 minutes. Can you handle it until they get there?"
"Yes. Thank you," Prue said.

"Bye, Ms. Halliwell." They hung up from there. Before Prue even got down the stairs, she heard Pheobe talking to a paramedic. When she got down the stairs, she saw Piper laying on a stretcher, being taken away. Instinctively, Prue and Pheobe followed the ambulance in Prue's black SUV.

"You think she'll be okay?" Pheobe asked. Prue had no idea of the results, but she didn't want to tell Pheobe. She was so innocent. The youngest, the baby. She had to protect her.

"I'm sure of it," Prue replied, hoping she would be right.

"How are you always so sure?" Pheobe asked. She always asked questions. Typical of the youngest.

"I don't know...just kinda know what's gonna happen."

"Oh." They rode the rest of the way in silence. It wasn't long until they pulled up to the emergency part of the hospital.

When they got in the door, the doctors were already working on Piper. She looked deathly pale, and when Pheobe saw her, she began to cry, clinging to Prue. "Pheebs, it'll be okay. Don't cry, be strong. Please," Prue said. Deep down, she hated being the oldest. She wasn't strong. She cried herself to sleep more often then not. And now, she was about to cry herself, but Pheobe and Piper both knew she only cried when something was really wrong, so she couldn't. What they didn't know was that she was crying inside. But she had no one to talk to. No one to protect her when she knew too much.

Despite Prue's begging, Pheobe began to sob. She hugged her older sister tightly, and Prue fought back tears. She hugged back and stroked Pheobe's hair. Eventually, she let a single tear roll down her cheek. Luckily, Pheobe kept hugging until the tear had rolled off onto Prue's shirt. It could have easily been one of Pheobe's, so Prue knew she wouldn't ask.

A/N: Is it just me, or is this chapter like super short? Wellll...I hope you like it. I'm not sure if it's still as good as it started...sometimes I lose my topic/character after chapter 5 or 6...