A/N: Just a short filler chapter here. The song I use in this one is the third verse and chorus of "What Do You Say?" by Reba McEntire. It was one of the first songs I thought of while thinking up this story, and when I discovered how it all fit in, it made me really sad for like an hour. Well, you'll see. Most of the going-ons in this chapter were derived from personal memories of when my grandma was deathly ill a few years ago.

anonymous!: Most of what you want to see is next chapter, but this one has some, too. So hang in there!

Lucy Knight: Wow, I'm glad it made such an effect! I wrote the whole chapter at around two o'clock in the morning (lol) and just tried to imagine how the characters would react. Of course it also helped that I had seen a sad movie that night, Pay It Forward. (and I cried my eyes out)

Mediatorsk: Ah, PMS, don't ya love it? lol. The worst part is, it was almost my initials, until my mom realized it and changed my name!

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Phoebe sat in the waiting room of the ICU, holding Allie. Pam sat next to her, and a few seats down were Wyatt and Chris. Chris had been in Piper's room several times, but Wyatt couldn'tforce himself to go in there. He said it was bad enough that he could see her through the window that separated the waiting room and the patients' rooms.

Phoebe sighed and shook her head, still in disbelief of what was going on around her. "This can't be happening. This cannot be happening," she mumbled. Pam held her hand. "Piper told me once that right before Prue died, she said she felt this chill. Piper felt a chill before we went after Edzin. Why didn't I recognize that? It's some Halliwell sense, I swear it is."

"Mom, you can't blame yourself for this," Pam comforted.

"And what about that superstition, have you ever heard the one that if you get a chill, you're standing on your grave?" Phoebe continued.

Pam knew she wasn't going to get through to her just then. "I'm going to go see her," she said.

"Okay," Phoebe replied softly as Pam got up. She walked in the room and was instantly met with the sounds of heart monitors and that sickeningly sanitary hospital smell. Paige looked up at her from her chair in the corner and slowly let her head fall once again. Poor thing. She was exhausted from sitting there at all hours of the day for the past week. Paige refused to leave… she wanted to be there when it happened. By now, the entire family was beginning to accept the fact that Piper really wasn't going to bounce back from this one. It seemed like a dark and gloomy cloud had just moved over them and wouldn't leave. Pam shuffled over to the nearest chair and sat down.

Leo was kneeling next to Piper at her bedside, holding her hand and stroking her hair. Usually the painkillers were so strong that she slept all the time, but for now she was awake. That of course didn't mean she was one hundred percent coherent, or that she wasn't going to fall back to sleep in a minute. But she was gazing up into Leo's eyes, so that was a good sign.

If there were any good signs anymore.

Her every breath is weaker than the last

And lately when she sleeps

She talks about the past

Her husband knows she's tired of holding on

She looks at him and says

"I wanna go home"

What do you say in a moment like this?

When you can't find the words

To tell it like it is

Just close your eyes and let your heart lead the way

Oh, what do you say?

Piper was now fast asleep again, and a tear fell from Leo's eye.