The Flu

Prue – 14
Piper – 12
Phoebe – 8

Prue and Piper sat at the breakfast table, their Grams sitting across from them catching up on the world news in the paper. Prue sat chewing her milked cereal and Piper was getting herself caught up in another book.

Grams made everyone jump when she slammed the paper on the table.

" Where is your sister?" Grams walked to the bottom of the stairs. "Phoebe!" she yelled.

Picking up her books Prue went into the foyer. Piper behind her. Soon they saw little Phoebe come downstairs. She was still in her Winnie The Pooh night sleeper, rubbing her big brown eyes. Her usual perkiness was gone. Grams’s eyes turned from cross to worried. She bent down to her level and felt Phoebe’s forehead.

"Pheebs, honey what’s wrong?" Piper asked.

Phoebe looked up with her big brown eyes.

"I through up," Phoebe said quietly, obviously sick.

"OH!" Prue screeched as she backed away from her youngest sister pulling Piper in the process. For the two of them share a room and if one them was sick, the other was eventually sick.

Grams scooped Phoebe up and ran up the stairs.

"Honey, you should’ve stayed in bed." Prue and Piper heard her say.

"I wanted to go to school, Grams, Jordan’s bringing in his frog!"

They elder Halliwells smiled. That was their sister, always forgetting that she’s sick when there’s something more interesting.

But then again, Phoebe was the youngest and if you were a Halliwell, as Grams said, "Halliwell women share (almost) everything." And there were three more Halliwell women left.

TBC????????

Part2
Prue – 14
Piper – 12
Phoebe – 8
Prue and Piper came home later that night to gramsless house. Prue sighed in frustration. Her Grams had been leaving unexpectedly all the time, but when Phoebe was sick! Ugh! Prue immediately took charge. Prue told Piper to call for pizza, while she went upstairs to check on Phoebe. She walked up the old manor stairs. Unconsciously still had her backpack was still on. She reached Phoebe’s room, as silently as possible, opened the door to her baby sister’s room.

She had kicked all of her blankets off and they were at the end of the bed. She was snuggled up against her teddy bear that she had named at the age of three, she named him Fletcher. Prue quickly noticed that she was shivering, she covered her up, kissed her on the forehead and whispered: " I’ll be right back."

Prue dropped her backpack on the hallway floor. She ran down stairs to the living room. She did what she always did when she was home alone and she had many responsibilities. She moved the coffee table in the corner and spread four comforters in the middle of the two couches. Then she put two wool blanket at the end, for it was winter and it was cold at night. Next she ran back upstairs and as silently as possible untucked the blanket that Phoebe was under. She picked up her sister, still wrapped in the blanket and brought her downstairs still in the blanket. Gently she set Phoebe on the little bed, not surprisingly she was still asleep. She set Phoebe down and went into the kitchen.

"I’m amazed that Grams left her alone!" Prue said in frustration. But what they didn’t know was that Grams had cast a powerful spell on the house so that the only people that could come in were invited, meaning mostly the Trudeaus, and Grams and Prue and Piper. Grams knew Prue and she was more protective of her sisters when they were sick than ever. She was also prepared for little mistakes so she made a restriction of only the Trudeau family entering and anything with evil waves couldn’t come in a mile radius of the manor. Even the mail man got shocked when put the mail through the door slot minutes after Grams had cast the spell.

"I ordered from Jerry’s and Mr. Trudeau is bring it over," Piper said with a cough. Prue’s eyebrows knitted.

"Go change and lay down with Pheebs," Prue ordered with motherly gentleness.

Piper sighed in defeat for she saw the look of determination on Prue’s face. She had hid it so well during the day. She started to fell sick as they walked home. Her head hurt, along with her stomach and her throat ached. She didn’t want Prue to take care of everything, she wanted to help. She felt that Prue had to much responsibility.

Finally the pizza arrived. Mr. Trudeau found the sister asleep in the living room. Her could definitely tell that the younger ones were sick, but Prue seemed fine. He thought hard about staying, but he knew they would be safe. He knew the Halliwell secret and he knew the protection spell. But he did bring Joshua his family’s dog. Joshua knew the Halliwells, well and protect them with his life. He walked out quietly just as Joshua snuggled up against Prue, waking her up. She rubbed her eyes and realized the Mr. Trudeau had just been there. Hse ran to the door and opened it.

"Thanks, Joey!" she yelled as he pulled out. Joseph Trudeau was the closest figure she had to a father.

TBC??????????????

Part3
Prue – 14
Piper – 12
Phoebe – 8

She closed and locked the door behind her. She went into the kitchen locked the back door, got plates out, and glasses for her and Piper and a sippy cup. She went back into the living room. Set everything on the coffee table and dragged it to the end of the little "bed" she had created. Gently she nudged her sisters.

"Guys, dinner’s here."

Slowly her sisters sat up. She took her pizza and sat in the arm chair and turned on the tv. Phoebe sleepily welcomed Joshua with a hug, which was returned with a kiss. She grabbed a piece of pizza, and began to scrape the cheese off of it.

"I can’t believe you do that Pheebs!" Piper said with a smile. "It’s so grouse."

"No it’s not! Prue! Is it grouse?"

"Well, . . . . .a little, but that’s because we have different opinions."

Phoebe shook it off, stood up still wrapped in her blanket, got her pizza, and snuggled into Prue’s lap. It was then that Prue knew she was going to get the flu. There was no stopping it. Because she couldn’t just tell Pheebs to get off.

Soon Phoebe feel asleep. As Prue carried her upstairs to her room to tuck her in Phoebe woke up.

"I’m sorry."

"It’s okay honey, I was going to get it anyway." She was referring to the flu.

"No, not that." Prue continued to tuck Phoebe in. "No, not that. About your room."

With that Phoebe feel asleep. Oh, no! Prue thought. She ran to her room. Phoebe had thrown up.


Three days later

Phoebe was better, Piper was almost better and Prue had it completely. Grams had come home the first, night and apologized to Prue. Now Prue lay in bed sick.

Phoebe came into Prue’s room carrying a bowl of soup. Prue gave a weak smile.

"Phoebe honey, I won’t through up in your room. You can stop giving me things."

Phoebe climbed next to Prue.

"I’m going to make you feel better, and take care of you. Piper calls it, returning the favor."

Prue smiled, she wasn’t going to argue.

THE END