Pamela yelped as Leo poked the needle through her leg. Leo was forced to sew up her leg since none of the half-whitelighters could heal her. Thank Leo doctorate skills for that.
"Would you sit still? I can't do this if you keep moving!" Leo snapped.
Pamela squinted her eyes again "Well excuse me for feeling!" She threw back at him. Leo smiled at her wit and continued to sew up her leg.
"Do we even have a great x11 grandmother named Caimaur? Her name doesn't even start with a 'P'." Paige asked. Prue and Piper looked up from the Book of Shadows.
"No idea." Prue said and she went back to the book.
"Well her name's not on the family tree." Phoebe sighed. Another sharp scream came from Pamela.
"Leo! Are you trying to kill me?" She shouted.
"I'm sorry! But you have to stay still, otherwise it's gonna hurt!" Leo snapped at her again.
"Why not I poke this needle in you and see how you feel!" Pamela threatened. The sisters looked at each other with smirks on their faces. They all tried to hold in laughter.
It was about and hour later when Pamela and Leo came in. Pamela was still limping, however her leg could now heal properly.
"Leo honey, did Pam poke you?" Piper teased. Leo look wearily at Pamela, he nodded and rubbed his upper arm. Paige and Phoebe giggled.
"Ok, so we have no idea why Pam is supposed to vanquish Deathmoore, nor do we know who the hell Caimaur is." Prue said giving up on the book. Phoebe looked at the family tree for a long time.
Phoebe rolled up the parchment and banged her head on the table, "I am such and idiot. How could I have not seen it?" She scolded herself.
"Seen what?" Prue asked walking over to her sister.
"Caimaur isn't our grandmother. She's Pam's, on her father's side." Phoebe mumbled.
"Wait a minute. It took you guys almost a month to figure out that Caimaur was my grandmother on my father's side?" Pamela asked the room nodded slowly, "Wow that really is lame." She told them coldly.
Phoebe stood up, "Well I'm guessing we're gonna have to call your father to ask him about Caimaur." She picked up a thick white candle and flashed it to the group. "What do you say?"
"If we must." Paige sighed picking up another candle and turning it in her hands.
"I'll go get the lighter from downstairs." Pamela said turning. She took one step and froze. Her right leg tingled and then it felt like it was on fire.
"Pam? Are you ok?" Piper walked around the podium; her face full of worry, as were the others. Pamela's breathing became staggered and shallow. She felt as if her lungs were closing up on her.
"Pam, what's wrong?" Phoebe went over to Pamela and put her hands on her shoulders. "Pam?" Pamela started to shake in pain. She screamed and fell over.
"Leo what did you do?" Phoebe yelled just barely catching Pamela.
Leo's eye's widened, "Me? I didn't do anything! I only used a needle and thread!" Leo protested. Phoebe ignored his answer and rolled up Pamela's pant leg. The stitches had come loose and the wound was bleeding horribly.
"Leo, look what you did!" Phoebe scolded.
Prue knelt down next to Phoebe, "It's not his fault. The demon must've gotten to Pam somehow, and not only manipulated her but cursed Pam too." She explained. Phoebe looked at her sister with tearing eyes. Prue felt a guilt rush. "Well fix it." She breathed.
Paige stood up, "I'll go to Magic school and get some books on curses." She suggested. Piper and Prue exchanged glances communicating in their own way.
Piper looked back at Paige, "Go, and hurry." She said quietly and watched as Paige orbed out. Pamela screamed as another jolt of pain coursed through her leg.
Leo stood up, "I'll go make a sleeping potion. Maybe it'll help Pam rest when this is over." He turned out of the room without and other word.
Prue looked at Piper, "You go help him. I'll stay" Pure turned back to Pamela and Phoebe. Pamela moaned and started to cry; it seemed as if her veins were pumping pain instead of blood.
"Why did it have to be Pam? Why her and not some other damned witch?" Phoebe asked and leaned her head on Prue's shoulder to cry. Prue knew the feeling, all Halliwells did. Pamela had seemed to clam down, but her bleeding leg didn't.
"Hey, honey, I need to get some rags for Pam's leg. I'll be right back ok?" Prue stood up and Phoebe nodded. Pamela looked weakly at Phoebe.
"You're gonna be ok. You'll be ok." Phoebe soothed, thought it didn't help herself.