Flash-forward

"Did Dad heal her?" Wyatt asked.

Chris shook his head. Lina leaned on his arm for support. He orbed her upstairs and helped her to bed.

"I'm gonna go talk to Wyatt. You need anything?"

She shook her head. "Just…tired. Something's not right…"

Chris sighed. "You just sleep, okay? Wyatt and I will figure this out. You're going to be fine."

He closed the door quietly and orbed back downstairs to Wyatt.

"Why didn't Dad heal her?"

"He's busy."

"Too busy to heal her?" Wyatt asked, wide-eyed.

"He didn't know she was sick. Before she could say anything, he said he'll talk to her at home."

Wyatt sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Wy, she's getting worse. Her powers aren't working right."

"Maybe it's magical."

"We checked the Book this morning."

The older boy sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I know, I know."

"Wait, what if we heal her?"

"How? You tried already, Chris."

"Yeah, by myself."

"You're her twin. If you couldn't do it—"

"But if we both try, you and me together. Combined with her healing abilities, it might be enough. We all know I can't heal big stuff anyway."

Wyatt nodded slowly. "Worth a shot."

They orbed to Lina's room. She was fast asleep. Wyatt brushed her hair out of her face and frowned, touching her cheek and forehead with the back of his hand.

"Come on," Chris said, holding a hand out.

Wyatt took Chris's hand and each held a hand over Lina's sleeping form. Their healing yellow glows drifted down to her and stopped. After a few moments, they dropped their hands. Wyatt reached down and felt her pulse.

"Go get Dad. Tell him Lina's sick and needs him here now," Wyatt said.

Chris nodded and orbed to Leo's office.

"Dad, Dad, it's Lina."

Leo looked up from his papers. "What? Is she okay?"

"No, she's…sick."

"Sick? Sick how?"

"I don't know! She's all clammy and she's really tired and weak and—"

"And she's probably had a long day and just needs to sleep a while."

"Dad, no. You don't understand. She's sick."

"She have a fever?"

Chris sighed. "I don't know."

"Okay, well, I'll heal her when I get home."

"Dad—"

"Chris, I have to get this done. The sooner you let me finish, the sooner I'll be home."

"Dad, I'm telling you. We need you home now."

Leo sighed. "Christopher, it sounds to me like Lina has the flu."

"You saw her like an hour ago! Did she look like she had the flu?"

"She looked fine. Which just makes me think that she's fine now. Let her sleep and I'll take care of her when I get home."

"Dad, this can't wait. Your daughter can't wait."

"Look, go get your Aunt Paige. She should be able to at least help her feel a little better until I get there."

Chris shook his head. "You're unbelievable."

Leo opened his mouth to answer, but Chris orbed out.

"So I take it I didn't help her either?"

"It wasn't your fault. You couldn't. You're like me and Wyatt. You're half-Whitelighter, not full. Dad's full Whitelighter. He would've been able to heal her. He'd have at least given her a chance."

Paige frowned. "So she died because she got sick and Leo didn't heal her?"

Chris nodded.

"Chris, Whitelighters can't always heal physical illness. You know that."

"Yeah and I also know Elders could've helped her."