@mrsxrobinscn continued x
Maureen hadn’t seen the before- only the after. And it nearly made her heart stop. It was an instinct that made her spring into action; perhaps a mother’s instinct. She made note of the situation. The car? Totaled? The stranger? Not looking that great. “Okay, just stay calm I’ll call the police.” By the time Maureen fumbled her cell out of her pocket the the woman began crumpling. Afraid to further any injury, Maureen refrained from touching the woman- last thing she wanted was to make it worse.
Hoping she did the right thing, Maureen waited until sirens could be heard in the distance. She stayed out of their way as best as possible and answered as many questions as she could. Doubting that they would let her ride with the unknown woman, the Robinson Mother resorted to driving herself to the hospital. Maybe she could at least know how the stranger would recover.
Prue was struggling to stay conscious, desperately trying to avoid being taken to the hospital. She just wanted to go home. In her mind, she made a valiant effort to avoid being carried into the ambulance but in reality she barely moved. Her body was definitely more aware of its instability now.
The witch couldn’t remember much of the ride, a few questions asked by paramedics but her answers were jumbled and quiet. Prue had sustained many injuries in her life, several fatal even, but she’d never been in an accident that left her this weakened. A car accident especially. Her brain kept saying accident but she knew better. This wasn’t a bloody accident. Unfortunately, she really didn’t want to deal with the cops, but it had to be a muggle this time, didn’t it? Demons didn’t resort to vehicular manslaughter, after all. But who would it have been? Prue didn’t have muggle enemies, none that she knew of anyway.
Once admitted, Prue watched as the overhead lights of the hospital passed above her while they wheeled her to...somewhere. She tried to hear what the doctors were saying about her before they started talking to her. They asked her name, even though she suspected they already knew. But for memory and brain function testing, she obliged. “P--Prue. Prue Halliwell.” That much she did remember, thankfully. The incident was a blur and the ride in the ambulance was spotty, but she knew her name and where she lived so that was good, right?
She absolutely dreaded the thought of the doctors contacting her mother, not wanting her to worry about all this but she also was a bit anxious---Prue hated hospitals. Never a good memory in one, as was for most. She did want her mum though, childish as it may have been. She wished she could stay conscious long enough to know what the hell was going on.
