A/N: Yay I finally got reviews! So this is why I'm updating so quickly!
Lucy Knight: As you've probably noticed, I did read your fic. I like it! I hope you continue to like this, too...
kendallpaigecharity: The underscores in your name won't show up! Hmph! Sorry it's all jumbled together... Anyway, you're my first reviewer for this story... yay. Thank you :) Glad you're loving the story!
Have either of you read any of my other fics? Because if you haven't read "The Lost Halliwell" then there's some things you need to know... Pam is Phoebe's daughter that I created. In my stories when Phoebe moved to New York she was secretly pregnant, had the baby (Pam) there, gave her up for adoption, went back to San Fran, became a witch, and met her daughter again in "The Lost Halliwell." Also there are some things in this story that you might not like happening, but they have to happen in order to lead into "Pamela Halliwell: Wiccan Outcast," the sequel to this.
I am NOT a doctor, I barely know anything about medicine, and I'm too lazy to research. So this is completely made up and will probably sound like a load of crap.
CHAPTER FOUR
As they approached the hospital room door, everyone instantly felt nervous. They had no idea what to expect. Would Piper have bandages all over her, or maybe tubes in her mouth? Sure, it was just a gash on her head, but that thing with her arms… Everyone held their breath as Dr. Reynolds opened the door.
"Piper!" Paige exclaimed in happiness as soon as she saw her sister. Besides a large gauze bandage on her forehead, she seemed to be fine. Her and Phoebe jumped on Piper's bed and hugged her.
"Don't you ever scare us like that again!" Phoebe said in a childish voice.
"I won't," Piper replied. She tried to return her sisters' hug, but for some reason her arms wouldn't extended all the way around them.
"Okay, what is that?" Pam asked Dr. Reynolds. Phoebe and Paige pulled out of their hug to hear what the doctor had to say.
"It seems that the blow to your head, Miss Halliwell, has disrupted some of the functions of your brain that control your arm and hand movements. We can give you the option of physical therapy, but I'm not sure how much it will help you," she explained.
"Oh," Piper replied. "I see."
"That's okay, Piper," Phoebe reassured. "It's okay. It's all okay. I'm just glad that you're healthy."
"Well, about that…" Dr. Reynolds interjected. Once again, all eyes were on her. "Um, we did some blood work, and… well, there's something there."
"Something?" Leo asked. "What kind of something? I used to be a doctor, I'll understand."
"No, you won't," she replied. "Because I don't understand it myself. It's something that's relatively new in your bloodstream, Miss Halliwell, because it wasn't in previous blood samples we've taken from you."
"Well, that rules out the witch gene," Paige thought.
"We've sent a sample of it off for tests, but no one here seems to know what it is," Dr. Reynolds explained. "But whatever it is… it seems to be hurting your body."
"What? What do you mean?" Piper asked.
"Well… we're still not completely certain whether or not this is related to this thing found in your blood, but from some other tests we did, there seems to be early signs of deterioration."
"Deterioration? What do you mean?" Paige asked.
"Bones, muscle tissue… they seem to be wearing away. This is of course very serious. And unfortunately, we're not sure how to stop it. I'm sorry." Dr. Reynolds answered. "We'll do everything in our power, but—"
"Excuse me," Phoebe said suddenly. She dashed out of the room.
"Phoebe, where…?" Piper sighed. Her sister had already left. "Pam, go see if she's okay," Pam nodded and followed her mother, who had rushed into the bathroom. She'd left the door open.
"Mom?" Pam asked, opening it a crack. She saw Phoebe kneel down in front of the toilet and throw up. "You okay?" she asked, stepping in and shutting the door behind them.
"No, I am not okay," Phoebe replied, tears starting to fall from her eyes. "You heard him think it yourself, Edzin meant that energy ball for me. That's got to be what did this to Piper. She doesn't deserve this. She's put up with so much in her life, and once again she's not getting a break from pain and anguish." Pam handed Phoebe some tissues as she flushed the toilet. "She's always been the strongest. The toughest. And I don't just mean as a witch, but that's screwed too if she can't move her hands. Piper's held this family together over the years. We all sort of rely on her one way or another. And now something the doctors don't know about, something demonic no doubt, is killing her. You have no idea how much it hurt loosing Prue. If I loose Piper too, I don't think I'm going to survive." Phoebe was bawling by now.
"It's okay," Pam comforted, hugging her mother.
"This can't be happening," Phoebe mumbled, hysterical by now. "This can't be happening…"
"Shh," Pam calmed. It was odd to her to act as a mother to her mother, but she couldn't think about the awkwardness of the situation just then. Right now Phoebe needed her. "It's gonna be okay. We'll fix it… somehow."
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