London, November 1945:

"I don't want to die yet."

11-year-old Madeline Harrison sat in her hospital bed, looking at her weeping mother who stood over her. "I-I promise you won't die, dear...I promise." Felicia Harrison took one look at her wide-eyed, young girl and sucked up any trace of weakness.

"But mummy," Madeline whispered. "I heard you talking to Dr. Phillips earlier! I heard him say I probably wasn't going to make it."

Her mother bites her lip and shakes her head. "Don't mind that, silly." She strokes her daughter's strawberry blonde hair lovingly and sits beside her. "Dr. Phillips was..talking about the poor girl down the hall..."

Madeline looks up at the ceiling in thought and then it hits her. "Do you mean the one who got hit by the car?"

"Yes, dear." She whispers, following it with a tender kiss on Madeline's forehead . "That's why when you pray later, make sure you include her...So God can heal her as well as you."

With a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts, the young girl looks her mother straight in the eye and nods. "Don't worry, I will."

The girl's infectious grin pulls an even bigger one out of her mother and she stands up. "That's my girl. Now listen, Mummy has work tomorrow morning so she has to leave. Remember to be polite to the doctors and nurses."

"Yes, mummy." Madeline holds her arms out for a hug and her mother easily complies with a gentle squeeze. Her mother lets go, puts on her scarf, and walks towards the door. Behind her, Madeline wails, "Wait!"

"Yes?"

"What's the girl's name?" Madeline asks. "I need to know so I can ask God to heal her!"

The mother keeps quiet for a while until the nurse walks in. "Everything alright?"

"Yes, we're fine...Actually, do you think you could stay with her for a second? I'll be right back!"

The nurse nods and Madeline's mother heads closer to the door. "Yes, ma'am but visiting hours will be done soon."

"That's alright!" Madeline's mother calls through the doorway. "I'll be back shortly!" She rushes through the hall to searches for the nameless girl's room until she sees a vague glimpse of gray hair. "Dr. Phillips...Dr. Phillips!"

The elderly man gazes at her and gives a little wave. "Hello again, Miss Harrison. Heading off?" They meet each other half way and the woman lets out a faint sigh.

"Not just yet, doctor. You see, Madeline heard us earlier and she's convinced she's not...going to make it. Do you think you could...maybe tell her she'll be fine?"

The man puts on a grimace and shakes his head. "I'm sorry but I don't think I can do that. Your daughter...she's an amazing kid but she's so frail. The survival rate for leukemia in children is 85%. I pains me to say this, really it does...But at the rate she's at now, Madeline will probably be part of the other 15%."

Felicia puts a hand over her mouth to stop herself from crying again. "Please..." she says in a soft voice. "There has to be something, anything you can-"

"Stop," Dr. Phillips pleads with a bony hand held up. "Please, just stop. Miss Harrison, I had the privilege to get to know your daughter these past few months. She has such a pure soul and it kills me to even...Ugh, I'm sorry but I must go. I have to continue my rounds."

"I understand. Thank you, Doctor...Um, do you think you could tell me who that girl is? The one who was hit by the car?"

The man stares at her with an eyebrow slightly raised. "Hit by the...Ah, Do you mean Miss Keynes? I was just about to visit her! If you'd like, you may accompany me to see her! She's right this way!"

"Oh no!" Felicia squeals. "I couldn't intrude! I just wanted to know her name so Madeline could-"

"I insist!" Dr. Phillips urges. "Her family is very kind. The room's just down here." The two walk further down the hall just as the door of the second to last room opens. "Oh, James! Going home for the day?"

A bald, middle-aged man walks through the door and rubs the back of his neck. " 'Fraid so, Doctor." Felicia notes the man's peculiar American accent as he holds his hand out. "It's nice to meet you! My name's James Keynes, Evalynn's father."

So her name's Evalynn... "Pleasure," she replies as she grasps his hand. "Felicia Harrison, my daughter's room is right down the hall."

"So," Dr. Phillips interjects. "Where's Susan?"

"She's in the room still saying goodbye," James answers as he shakes his head. "The whole accident has really taken a toll on her. She doesn't want to leave Lynn's side now and she spaces herself from others."

Felicia peeks through the door window and watches as a beautiful young girl holds onto the pale hand of the body on the bed. Tears caresses her porcelain cheeks as she gazes upon the body of the girl who looks almost identical to her. The sleeping girl's chest rises and falls lightly and her snowy skin easily blends in with the bed sheets. Suddenly, a pang of pity surges through Felicia's body and she has to pry her eyes away from the scene. "Is that your other daughter?" Felicia asks, gesturing back at the room.

James hangs his head and folds his arms over his chest. "No," he solemnly mutters. "Susan and Evalynn are best friends but they look very alike, don't they?"

"Very much," Felicia admits in a whisper.

James looks up and thinks of his child in the nearby room. "They get that a lot...You know, this is a really hard time for my wife and I but I think Susan may be taking it the hardest. Her parents say she hasn't been talking as much as she used to and that she's-"

At that second, Susan bursts through the door and pounces toward the exit with much grace in her walk. The three adults watch as she turns the corner and goes out of sight. "I'm sorry for that," James apologizes. "She's probably just...Well, goodnight Dr. Phillips, Felicia." He turns on his heel and jogs after Susan.

"I think it's time for me to leave also, Doctor. I'll just see Madeline once more and then I'll be off."

"Goodbye, Miss Harrison."

"Goodbye, Dr. Phillips." The two go their separate ways and Felicia comes back to find her daughter's eyes closed, palms pressed together.

"-And please let Amelia and Cara and all my other friends visit me and-"

Felicia raps her knuckles against the door and Madeline's piercing green eyes fly open. "Evalynn, dear. The girl's name is Evalynn."

Madeline nods her head and quickly goes back to her previous state. "And God, I pray that you heal Evalynn. Please, please, please help her wake up because her friends probably miss her too. What about you, mummy? What do you pray for?"

Taken aback, Felicia scratches her head and slowly mimics her daughters stance. "Uh, well...I pray that you help Madeline through this time in her life and that she has good health and that...and that you watch over Susan...Amen."

"Amen," Madeline repeats. They both open their eyes and beam at each other. "Goodnight, mummy."

"Goodnight, darling. I'll see you tomorrow."

Madeline nestled into bed and closed her eyes, slowly drifting off into sleep. She thought of what it'd be like after she got better and went back to school. What it'd be like to be back outside and have the company of her friends around her.

A month later, Evalynn Keynes woke up. Madeline didn't.

Disclaimer: The whole genius concept of Narnia belongs to C.S. Lewis

Hello, you lovely people:) This is a spin-off of my other story, 'The Whispered Word.' For those who haven't read it yet, I highly suggest you do so this story can make just a bit more sense;D But yeah, don't worry! I don't plan to leave Lynn's tale undone and I will finish it! I just decided to start this little project because I realized Lynn's story is coming to an end soon:p If you guys are interested in where this story is going so far, I'll try my best to update as much as possible! Review to make my day?

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