A/N: Yes I know, quite a quick update this time, but I figured you guys deserve it for waiting so long between chapters 11 and 12. This is a filler chapter, but the next one really moves the story forward. So hang in there for chapter 14:)

Lucy Knight: I don't really classify it as poison... in fact, I'm not even really sure what it is, since I suck at learning anything medical. (That's why I will never dare to write a House fanfic!)

pudding: No, it was spelled correctly. Actually I spelled it wrong, but my spell check fixed it for me:) Anyway, thanks for telling me my story was "original." I like that. I usually just write down whatever comes into my mind, and I always hope no one else has the same story posted!

kendallpaigecharity: Hey, good to hear from you again! As you requested, I have "update(d) soon! PLz" lol.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Piper groaned as yet another knock on the front door was heard. She opened it with her wrists to find her neighbor Mrs. Peters standing on the porch with a giant smile plastered on her face. She looked at Piper and gasped melodramatically. Piper had to restrain herself from mouthing what she knew the woman would say next. People had been saying it all day.

"You're walking!" Mrs. Peters exclaimed.

"Be polite…" Piper told herself. She smiled. "Yeah. You probably saw me the other day…"

"In a wheelchair, yes I did!" Mrs. Peters interrupted. "Is everything alright?"

"For now," Piper stated plainly. "It's kind of complicated."

"Oh… well, is there anything I can do?"

"I don't think so. But we'll call you if we need something."

"Okay then. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine," Piper said, hoping this woman would leave soon. "I've just been feeling a little tired lately. But thank you for asking. Goodbye now."

"Bye!" Mrs. Peters waved as she headed down the stairs. Piper shut the door. All day people had been coming over, all with the exact same lines as Mrs. Peters just had. Piper wondered if all the gossipy housewives in town all congregated at one place and rehearsed ways to get on their neighbors' nerves.

"No, I think those lines just come naturally to their type," Pam mumbled from the parlor room. She was reading through the Book of Shadows, making one last effort to see if they missed anything on a demonic virus.

"Please don't read my mind today, Pam…" Piper groaned, shuffling in. She walked over to the front window to see if her other across-the-street neighbor was strolling over yet. "Oh great, Mrs. Henderson has decided to peer down at us from her upstairs window instead of just coming over here herself." She closed the curtains. "Annoying busybodies…"

The phone rang. Piper expected it to be another person who she barely even knew that had somehow learned of her historic ride down the driveway. Instead, the Caller ID showed that it was Paige.

"Hey. Are you done at P3?" Piper asked.

"Yep. Inventory's all accounted for," Paige replied. Piper wished she had the energy to go down to the club and do it herself. She would do anything to get out of the Manor at this point.

"What took you so long? Did one of your charges need something?" Piper asked.

"Surprisingly no," Paige replied. "But apparently the entire city did."

"Oh no, don't tell me they called you too," Piper asked.

"You sure do know a lot of people…"

"I am so sorry, Paige," Piper said. She looked out the window once again and rolled her eyes. "This can't be happening," she mumbled.

"Well, the fuss should all die down in a day or two."

"Yeah, but we've still got to watch our backs from now on."

"What do you mean?"

"Well apparently, Mrs. Henderson prefers to be a peeping tom instead of asking what's going on."

"So… she's watching us?"

"Yep, from right out of her upstairs front window. We'd better buy some thicker curtains and pray for only lower-level demon attacks."

"Great…" Paige mumbled.

"Well, we could always pack up, move to another state, change all our phone numbers, and live under assumed identities if you'd rather," Piper joked sarcastically.

Paige sighed. "Did you always have this pessimistic sense of humor?"

"Yep. You're stuck with it, sister."

"I see. Do you want me to call Phoebe and tell her about the whole snooping-neighbor situation?"

"No, I'll do it. That way the phone'll be busy so no one else will call here."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye."

Piper sighed as she dialed Phoebe's number at The Bay Mirror. This was definitely becoming a mess. Why had she ever agreed to use that chair in the first place?