Truly Charmed (Part 3/3)

Chapter 20

I ran over to Melinda and with difficulty, picked her up. I held her up with my good hand as I kept the broken one concealed away. I carried her over to Wyatt so he could heal her. I put her gently on the floor and rested her head on my lap.

Wyatt turned around to heal her. His hand glowed golden yellow and I felt the warmth radiating off it. A couple of seconds later she awoke. She groaned and slowly opened her eyes.

I looked over at Chris and he was as white as a ghost. He was sweating and his breathing was jagged.

"Wyatt quickly heal him. Pandora needs help too," I pleaded looking over ad Pandora.

"I need to heal you," he pressed.

"They need help more than I do," I argued.

Wyatt huffed in defeat. He healed Chris but his skin was still pale and sweaty. Wyatt then turned to Pandora and hovered his glowing hands over her head. When she awoke she scrunched her face in pain. She held her arm over her eyes to block out the light.

"How do you feel?" I asked her.

"I think I should've drunk less tonight," she groaned.

"Now let me heal you," Wyatt urged.

He gently lifted Melinda off of my lap and placed her in Chris'. He then scooted over to me and took my wrist ever so softly.

He started to heal my wrist. But something was wrong. I felt the warmth from the glow but nothing was healing.

"Wyatt what's wrong? It's not healing?" I asked him worried.

His expression reflected mine.

"I-I don't know. This has never happened before," he said with concerned eyes.

His eyes were drooping and his breathing got louder and deeper. I pushed away his hand.

"It's not working because you need to rest. You're not strong enough at the moment. I'll go to the hospital," I broke it to him gently.

"But I need to heal you," he protested.

"But you can't. Stay here and look after everyone. They're going to need you. I'll take myself to the hospital. Please rest Wyatt," I told him.

He looked at me reluctantly and then looked around him. His needed him more than I did. He nodded.

I got up and reached for the phone. I dialled a number that I hadn't seen in months. It was going to he refreshing to hear his voice. His wit. I did miss him. Almost as much as my parents.

The phone was ringing and I held it against my ear with my shoulder. I supported my wrist as it throbbed.

The other end answered.

"Hello?" The person asked yawning.

"Ed, I need you're help."

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When I saw Ed's car pull up in front of the house I ran out of the door. He got out of the car and ran up the steps. I went to jump into his arms but then realised why he was here in the first place.

"Anna!" he shouted running towards to me.

I held out my hand to stop him coming any closer.

"I'll explain on the way. Drive me to the hospital," I explained.

Ed nodded and then we both headed to the car.

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"You? In a night club? No. You in heels? What have these people turned you into?" Ed joked as he sped up the road.

"Let's just say this outfit wasn't the first on my list," I said back.

Ed put his hand on my lap.

"It's so good to see you. I've missed you like crazy. You look amazing. Healthy. Happy," he smiled.

"I've missed you too. And clearly you've missed you're hair dresser appointment. I've never seen you're hair so long!" I ruffled his tall, geld bed of hair.

"Shut up," he laughed.

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I was sitting on the hospital bed with a cast around my wrist. I was waiting for the doctor to get my release papers. Ed was playing about with the buttons and doctors equipment.

The doctor whipped around the curtain, examining his clipboard.

"Miss Bradshaw, you have broken you're wrist in a violent manor. I'm afraid we'll have to keep you over night," the doctor told me.

"What? No. I can't. I have to be somewhere...tomorrow...really early. I can't miss it," I lied.

Ed laughed to himself. He knew when I was lying. He always could. He said there was something in my voice that made it obvious to him.

"Miss Bradshaw you've really hurt yourself. You don't want to-"

"Look I'll sign the release papers, I'll rest up for the week and I won't do anything wreckless like climb a mountain in San Francisco. I'm fine doctor. Trust me," I said sarcastically.

The doctor sighed and raised his eyebrow.

"Alright. I'll let you go. But if anything happens please call me," he said and handed me a small white card.

"Thank you," I replied and jumped up from the bed.

I smiled to the doctor and then headed out of the door with Ed shortly behind me.