The Hospital
It was 8:15 on a Saturday morning, as they came rushing into the hospital behind her. The doctor and nurses surrounded her, as they talked about the best way to save her. The other five ran in behind them. They watched as they had stabilized her with medication, and put her on a respirator to help her breath.
"What happened?" the doctor asked, after he finished.
"I don't know. We were in the kitchen and she grabbed her chest and fell over. But, when she did, she hit her head on the counter," Allen explained.
"Well, from the explanation, it sounds like she had a heart attack," Dr. Woods explained.
"But how? She's healthier than any of us," Allen said, tears coming to his eyes.
"It doesn't matter. Anything can cause one, stress, not exorcising, things like that. We stabilized her but did have to put her onto a respirator because of her not breathing. She should wake up in a couple of hours," he said, before waking away. The nurses had brought her up to her own room as they followed and patiently waited for her to wake up. It was an hour later, when she had gotten up and walked out of the room.
"I'll be back," she told her grandfather. He nodded his head as he continued to stare at his wife. She walked out of the room only to be greeted by her brother and sisters.
"What happened?" Prue asked, quickly.
"Huh, oh, nothing. No change," she replied. "Um, I'll be back in a couple minutes," she said, before walking away. She walked outside and took out her cell. She held the phone as her hand started to slowly shake and the tears ran to her eyes once again. She slowly dialed the number and hoped and prayed that he had picked up. She put the phone up to her ear and listened as it rang.
He lay in his bed, only in a pair of pajama pants, sleeping, and dreaming about her and the three months that they had been together. His cell was on the table right next to the bed. It started to ring, as he slept. He lay there, thinking that he had heard it, but wasn't sure. It started to get louder and louder, until it was so loud, that it made him jump out of bed. He looked around for it, not noticing it on the table. He finally picked it up and answered, right before she had hung up.
"Hello," he said, trying to wake up.
"Mike, I need you here," she said.
"Piper?" he asked.
"Yeah, it's me. I need you to come down here. My grandmother had a heart attack," she said, starting to cry.
"Where are you?" he quickly asked, already picking out a pair of dark blue jeans and a white T-shirt.
"I'm at the hospital. Please hurry. I need you," she said again.
"Ok," he replied, "I'm leaving now." He then quickly hung up, got dressed, and ran out of his house.
20 minutes later, he arrived at the hospital and saw her sitting outside. He ran over to her, and saw the tears slowly making their way down her cheeks. He pulled her up and into his arms.
"It'll be ok. She'll be fine," he said, trying to comfort her. She just wrapped her arms around him and cried in his embrace.
"She had a heart attack and hit her head on the counter when she fell," she explained.
"The doctor said that she should wake up in a couple of hours. But, I'm scared. What'll happen if she doesn't wake up?" she asked, the tears coming faster and faster. It broke his heart to see her like this. He knew though, that he had to be there for her. He knew that he had to comfort her and show her all the support she needed.
"Let's go in and see if anything has changed," he said. They broke the hug and he wiped away the tears from her red eyes. She leaned into him and he kept his arm around her as they slowly made their way back into the hospital.