A Flower for Prue

 """A Flower for Prue""

The hospital room was quiet, save for the soft sunlight streaming through the window. Prue lay on her side, her forehead bandaged, her eyes half-closed. She had just fought a battle with an invisible demon — and won, of course, as always. But this time, the victory had brought with it some wounds.

The door swung open gently. It was Brendan, the young doctor Prue had helped not long ago. He walked in, holding a bouquet of pink peonies — the flowers she had accidentally said she loved since she was a child.

He stood by her bed, looking at her for a moment, as if he couldn’t bear to break the peaceful moment. Then he said softly,

“Your brave sister… still looks radiant, even in her hospital gown.”

Prue opened her eyes, smiling weakly but enough to make other people’s hearts skip a beat.

“What are you doing here?” she teased.

Brendan bent down, placed the flowers beside her, and sat down gently on the edge of the bed.

“Come to give you something worthy. A thank you… and a little tenderness.”

He leaned down, and before she could react, he kissed her cheek – as light as a breeze, but leaving a warm aftertaste that reached her heart.

Prue blinked in surprise. “You… kissed me?”

Brendan shrugged, smiling: “Yeah. Just… to make sure you remember that I’m a woman too – not just a warrior.”

She blushed – which rarely happened. And for the first time in weeks, Prue Halliwell felt her heart not strain with duty, but relax with something simple:

A flower, a kiss, and the feeling that… she was loved too."