Phoebe woke slowly and grabbed at her arm as she felt the pain from the wound. She started to cry as blood continued to seep from the wound on her arm.

"Sshh Pheebs, it's ok," Prue said trying to comfort her sister.

"I'm just going to go and grab some first aid stuff and then I'll be right back ok," she said.

"Prue, it hurts," Phoebe said looking up at her sister with tear filled eyes.

"I know sweetie, and I'll be right back ok," Prue replied getting up off Phoebe's bed and running to get the first aid things.

When she returned she cleaned and dressed Phoebe's wound the best she could. After, she pulled her sister into a hug and rocked her until her sobs subsided.

"You know, Piper was always better at this first aid stuff, why don't we go downstairs and call her so she can come and take a look at it," Prue said, helping Phoebe off of her bed.

Once she settled Phoebe on the couch in front off late night infomercials she went to phone Piper at the club to get her to come home as soon as possible.

At the club Piper was running around frantically. It was one of the busiest nights in weeks and it seemed like everything was going wrong at once.

"Piper, phone," one of the bartenders yelled to her.

"Can you take a message," Piper said from on the floor where she was trying to connect a keg.

"It's your sister, she says it's an emergency and you need to get home as soon as you can," the bartender replied.

"Ugh these things always happen at the worst times," she thought to herself as she grabbed her purse from behind the bar asking one of the bartenders to close for her tonight.

Bursting through the front door, hands at the ready Piper looked around for her sisters.

"Alright let me at 'em," she said expecting demons. Frowning as she heard no signs of an attack, she headed towards the living room because she could hear the television on.

"Prue, Phoebe?" she called cautiously peering around the corner of the wall.

"Ssh," came the reply and Piper saw Prue sitting on the couch with Phoebe's head in her lap.

"What's the big emergency?" Piper asked her sitting on the edge of the couch and stroking Phoebe's hair.

"When I got home I went to check on Phoebe, and her arm was bleeding like crazy. It was so weird; because she was sleeping right through it and you know usually when you hurt yourself you feel something. So I woke her up and it was like then that she felt the pain," Prue said hurriedly.

"Oh my god, how did she get the cut?" Piper asked.

"I didn't have time to ask her. I left her here while I went to phone you and by the time I got back she was already asleep," Prue said, "I did my best with the bandaging and stuff but I know you're better at that so I wanted you to take a look at it."

Piper nodded. She tried to gently remove the bandage without waking Phoebe but was unsuccessful. Phoebe groaned and opened her eyes.

"Sorry sweetie," Piper said. She took the rest of the bandage off and both Prue and Piper gasped when they saw that the cut on Phoebe's arm spelt a word:

Dolores