Later that afternoon at the hospital, Piper was sleeping in her room, because you know that when you're in the hospital you don't keep normal sleeping hours. Suddenly something woke Piper from her slumber. Her eyes were still closed, but she heard a familiar voice whispering in her ear.

Piper opened her eyes to see who was in her room, and looking over to the side of her bed she spotted Kimberly sitting in a wheelchair. A big smile appeared on her face as she grinned from ear to ear, still numbed up from her pain med dosage three hours ago.

"Kimmy!" Piper exclaimed

Kimberly smiled, "Hi Pip. I'm not supposed to be here, but I just had to see you. I missed you." She couldn't not see her little sister.

"What happened to Mommy and Daddy?"

Piper didn't know where her mommy and daddy were, and why they weren't there by her side. She knows how much they love her, and that they would move heaven and hell to be with her and her sisters.

Kimberly sighed as she shook her head, "They...they didn't survive the accident."

Piper frowned. This seemed all to familiar to her, as her mind flashed back to when her Grams had died after tumbling down the stairs three years ago.

"Are you okay?" Kimberly inquired as she ran her hand through Piper's hair.

"What's...what's going to happen to us?" Piper wondered as she bit her lip

"I don't know, but I'll do whatever it takes to make sure that wherever they send us it's together." Kimberly promised

Piper gave a small nod, "Okay."

Kimberly grabbed Piper's hand and kissed it, "I love you, but I should get going. I'm really not supposed to be here, but I'll see you again as soon as I can." She loved spending time with her sister and she wanted to stay, but she didn't want to get caught by one of the nurses or one of the doctors.

"Bye Kimmy. I love you too." Piper uttered as Kimberly was rushing out of the room back to her own room.

Meanwhile in the next room over, Prue was having a fit. She knew where Piper was and that she was safe, but she is demanding that her younger sisters Phoebe and Paige are brought to her. Nothing the doctors try seems to have any effect at calming her, she just keeps saying that she needs to see her baby sister.

In the hallway, Kenneth was as determined as ever to get better as fast as he could. He was walking a lap with a nurse when he walked past Prue and Piper's rooms and heard Prue's screams. He immediately pulled away from the nurse to get to his little sister, ripping out his IV in the process.

The nurse tried to protest and pull him back, but it was too late. Kenneth was already storming into Prue's room, rushing over to his sister and gently pulling her into a hug. They were both still injured and had stitches in them. He didn't want to hurt his sister or rip out her stitches. He didn't really care about hurting himself or ripping out his own stitches. He would do anything for any of his sisters. He loves all of them, but he has a special relationship with Prue, just like the one that Kimberly has with Piper.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. It's okay, kiddo. I'm here. I'm here."

Prue weakly wrapped her arms around him as she rested her head against his chest.

"I know you want to cry. Just let it out."

"I...I don't understand why they won't let me see Phoebe and Paige." Prue cried out, "I feel like I've lost them just like we lost Mom and Dad."

"I know, but you'll see them again. You just have to focus on getting better." Kenneth told her, "When I get out of here, I'll find out how they are doing and if they are safe. I promise."

"Okay. Thank you, Kenny."

Kenneth swallowed, feeling his heart break for all the loss that his little sister has endured, "Of course. That's what big brothers are for, because it's true. You're my sister and I love you."

"Yeah ditto." Prue agreed

Hope you enjoy. Comments are greatly appreciated.

What would you like to see happen next?

P.s Sorry for the long wait and sorry that the chapter is kind of short.

Let me know if you still like this story, because I might discontinue it as I'm kind of running out of ideas and it's just making me depressed from all the tragedy.