Pneumonia, Chapter 1
Summary: Being sick was the worst thing to Edmund. He didn't want to lay in bed, especially this week when Professor Kirke's away. He had so many plans and now they're being washed down the drain. (Set after LWW, in England)
Hello, thanks for clicking on my story. Some things you may like to know, need? Well, this is set after The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. Also this is my first fanfiction story so I really hope you enjoy it.
(Sorry for any grammar mistakes in advance too!)
Disclaimer: I don't own the Chronicles of Narnia or any of the characters.
Edmund's eyes slowly took in his large bedroom. He shared it with Peter, who he could see wasn't sleeping on his bed anymore. It was freezing to Edmund, whose blankets had fallen off the bed during the rainy night. The rain was rapidly thrusting onto the windows of the old home. Deciding to go against his body, which was wishing for more sleep, he pushed his feet off the bed.
I wish I still had slippers, Edmund thought bitterly. He was desperate to return to Narnia (where he had the softest slippers), even if Professor Kirke was nice to them. The thought of Professor Kirke reminded Edmund that he had gone away for two weeks to go explore or discover some sort of smart stuff that was too complicated to even remember. Was that what Professor Kirke said? Explore? Edmund had only cared to remember his thoughts on what he was going to do was silly, maybe weird even.
The young King walked several paces to pull open the door to the bathroom. Rubbing his eyes, he stepped in only to be startled by how he looked. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his forehead shined palely. Squinting at the mirror, he realized he was swaying on his feet too.
Instead of lying back in bed, he hoped no one would care how tired he looked, but when they saw him swaying they might. Susan might notice I'm sick immediately, Edmund thought crossly. He didn't want to go to sleep or take medicine, they had planned out what they were going to do the whole two weeks while Professor Kirke was gone. They only had Mrs. Macready (and two others) to deal with really, but she was told off not to do any tours of the house while Kirke was away.
Sighing, he changed into day clothes and ran down the stairs to the kitchen. Susan had asked if they could cook their own meals this week, and Professor Kirke simply said yes. So Edmund saw his three siblings already cooking sausages and eggs. Lucy was cutting the fruit. Ed steadied himself as he walked over to Lucy. With one glance at Ed, Lucy noticed his tired eyes.
"Are you feeling alright?" She asked as she cut another slice of banana. "You look tired."
"I'm fine, do I look tired?" Ed tried to act like he hadn't realized the dark circles but sounded more demanding.
"Go look in the mirror, its not easy to miss," Lucy sighed at his "bewildered" face that didn't go with his tone.
"You do look tired," Susan looked over from the eggs to Edmund.
Thanks Lucy, Ed thought sarcastically. The last thing he wanted was for Susan to notice.
"Peter can you watch the eggs cook for a moment?" Susan asked, Peter nodded. She walked over to a cabinet filled with medicines and pills. She pulled out the one thing that caught Edmund's eye. The thermometer. Edmund walked over to her, he was breathing heavy for some very annoying reason.
The young King knew what to do by now, so he opened his mouth, and Susan stuck the thermometer in. He closed his mouth and waited for a moment. Susan took the readings. "101 F°, 33 C°," she told them both numbers of the temperature. They didn't seem good to Edmund since Susan was turning him to the stairs. He mentally moaned, a few days will be ruined now.
Susan had dragged him up all the way to his bed and told him to change back into his pyjamas. He did as was told. Susan then instructed him to get comfortable. She propped a pillow under Edmund's head so he was sitting up a bit. "We'll bring up your breakfast," she told him, as he was finally relaxed. "We don't want your fever, or cold, or whatever it is to get worse so you need to stay in bed. Ok?"
"Fine," Ed mumbled. "But we were going to go outside and explore today," he pouted with a big frown on his face to Susan. He crossed his arms to show that he was not pleased. She knew that he was upset because he was sick when the Professor Kirke finally wasn't home, when they usually had more fun since there wasn't as much supervision, not that he offered much anyways.
"We can do that when you feel better, Professor Kirke may be gone again soon, if that's why you were excited for today, he usually leaves a few days a month. Plus he's gone for longer than a few days, he's gone for two weeks, you'll feel better by then."
"Then what are you three going to do while I'm sick? Throw a party since you don't have to be with me?" Edmund still thought he made everyone a bit more stiff. He also thought that they didn't like him as much ever since he took a liking to the White Witch the first time he met her, and then had taken to going to her instead of staying with them.
"No, we can play board games, like that new one we got. What's it called again? Do you remember?" Susan tried to think of the name. It started with a C.
"Clue," Edmund answered.
"Yeah, we'll play that," Susan nodded, she stood up from the cushioned bed and walked out to the kitchen.
Downstairs, Peter had Lucy take over the eggs since the sausages were now starting to cook. Lucy had enjoyed her time at the stove. Whenever they cooked, they had matched her up with the easiest task usually. The last time she cooked on the stove, she burned two fingers badly. When Susan came back down, she let Lucy finish cooking the eggs and put them on a serving plate. Susan cut up the remaining bananas and strawberries.
When they got the food onto plates, Lucy dished up a dish for Edmund. They were all going to eat up in his room so he didn't feel too lonely.
Bringing up the dishes was easy enough to do. When they had reached the bedroom, Peter opened the door. Susan sat on the floor with Lucy while Peter took to the comfort of his bed.
"Here," said Lucy, handing Edmund the plate. He took it but looked a bit sick when saw it. He couldn't dream of eating it, it didn't seem as appealing as it did a minute ago. Lucy continued to hand him a fork but he shook his head. Placing the plate on his lap, he watched the rest eat tiredly.
So that's the first chapter, hope you liked it! I don't know how long this story will be, I wasn't even on planning on writing this afternoon but I got carried away and wanted to so I did (plus it's a really, really stormy night). I hope you liked it so far and thanks for reading! :)