P4

Under the weight of fear

At that moment, panic spread among the passers-by. Some fled, others stood and watched, incredulous. But the Halliwell sisters had no time to waste.

Just then, Piper and Phoebe rushed to join Prue and Paige, their faces swatted by worry.

"Piper, do something!" cried Paige, her voice cracked with panic.

Piper wasted no time. In a swift gesture, she reached out and froze the man, immobilizing him while his eyes were filled with terror. But Prue's wound kept getting worse.

Phoebe knelt down next to Prue, taking her hands in hers, trying to convey comfort. " Prue, don't leave us, please," she whispered in a trembling voice.

Suddenly, Prue's body became stiff. Her breath became breathless, interrupted by a muffled sound. Her eyes widened and her body began to shake convulsively. An epileptic seizure swept through her without warning.

"No, no, no! Prue!" Phoebe yelled, trying to hold her down so she wouldn't hurt any more, as Piper's hands were visibly shaking.

"We have to do something now!" cried Paige, with the panic she was building in her.

Piper, overwhelmed by impotence, took out her phone and frantically dialed the ambulance. " We need help immediately! My sister... is having a crisis! She's badly injured... yes, yes, in the middle of the road!"

Time seemed to slow down. Prue was shaking violently, her body convulsing, while her sisters did their best to prevent her from getting hurt. Phoebe tried to keep her stable, holding back the tears, while Piper kept talking to the switchboard, the terror in her voice.

"They'll be here soon," said Piper, her voice broken, looking at her sisters. "He must resist, he must..."

After endless seconds, Prue's body suddenly stopped shaking, but her breath disappeared with it. Phoebe noticed it immediately. Prue's eyes were closed, fixed, and her chest was no longer rising.

"Prue... Prue, breathe! Please!" cried Phoebe, shaking her slightly. But the silence was chilling.

"No! It can't end like this!" With shaky and desperate hands, Phoebe tilted Prue's head backwards and began to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR). He presses his hands on Prue's chest, trying to remember every single first aid lesson.

"One... two... three... four..." Phoebe counted loudly, pushing hard. Tears ran down her face. "Breathe, Prue! Breathe!" He whispered between counts, as the air became heavy with anguish.

Piper, paralyzed by terror, knelt down beside them, unable to look away from the scene. Paige felt useless, stuck in her own panic, watching Phoebe desperately trying to bring her sister back.

Phoebe leaned over to Prue and blew air into her lungs, hoping, praying that she would react. "You can't leave us, Prue," she whispered between breaths.

"Go on, Phoebe," Piper whispered, her voice broken by the cry, "don't give up..."

Phoebe continued, alternating compressions and breaths, while the waiting of the ambulance seemed endless. Each second was an eternity. Phoebe's heart was racing, but Prue wasn't showing any signs of improvement.

Then finally, after another strong push on her chest, Prue had a reaction. Her body trembled slightly and, with a muffled sound, coughed blood. A mixture of relief and horror crossed the sisters.

"Prue! Yeah, come on, keep breathing!" Phoebe cried, relieved, even though the blood coming out of Prue's mouth showed that something was wrong.

Prue coughed violently, her chest rising and falling with difficulty. But there was a sign of life.

"Breathe, Prue. Keep it up, little sister," said Phoebe, holding her breath as she stroked Prue's face.

As Prue coughed and spat blood, the sound of the sirens grew closer and closer, ripping through the anguished silence surrounding her sisters. Phoebe, still kneeling next to Prue, felt a wave of relief mixed with anguish. The ambulance had finally arrived.

"It's coming, Prue," the ambulance is coming," Phoebe said, shaking her hand. "We're here, don't leave us."

Piper, meanwhile, stood up, trying to contain the panic that was overwhelming her. " We must move her," he said, struggling to keep calm. "We must get her out of here."

Meanwhile, the ambulance driver and a paramedic quickly got out of the vehicle and ran towards the group. The paramedic, a medium-sized man with a determined air, knelt down next to Prue, while the driver stood there ready to assist.

"What happened?" asked the paramedic, quickly examining the scene. "Where is the wound?"

"She got hit by a bullet," explained Piper, her voice trembling. "And now she's having an epileptic fit. She's not breathing well..."

The paramedic immediately set to work. With expert movements, he checked Prue's vitals while Phoebe and Paige watched anxiously. " We must take her to the hospital immediately," she ordered, grabbing the emergency bag.

Phoebe wouldn't let go of Prue, who kept coughing, her expression distorted by the pain. " Don't leave me, Prue," she repeated, trying to stay calm, but the terror was palpable in her voice.