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Post by Pheobe Halliwell Turner on Nov 22, 2006 8:31:28 GMT
My eyes were closed, my skin cold. My breathing slow and shallow, I was clinging to life my a breath. Philo was curled up against my head, he was barely visible. Blood matted my hair and my skin a deathly white color.
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Post by Wyatt Matthew Halliwell on Nov 22, 2006 8:35:55 GMT
I stood next the Pheobe and tried again to heal her. What to do what to do? I paniced. Tears were filling in my eyes.
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Post by Pheobe Halliwell Turner on Nov 22, 2006 8:45:25 GMT
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Post by Wyatt Matthew Halliwell on Nov 22, 2006 8:46:07 GMT
"Pheobe please..." My voice quivered.
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Post by Pheobe Halliwell Turner on Nov 22, 2006 8:50:59 GMT
My life hung by a quickly unraveling thread. Does anyone care? . . . I couldn't do anything. My body was too broken to heal itself.
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Post by Wyatt Matthew Halliwell on Nov 22, 2006 8:53:38 GMT
I stood over Pheobe tring to heal her. "Please fight! Please!"
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Post by Pheobe Halliwell Turner on Nov 22, 2006 8:56:30 GMT
My body slowly slipped into the unconscious. My comatose state help keep me alive . . . but just barely.
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Post by Wyatt Matthew Halliwell on Nov 22, 2006 8:58:38 GMT
I watched Pheobe drift into a coma and I knelt at her side.
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