Okay so let me set this fic up it is 6 months after came home (I think I borrowed the name Colin from somebody else!) So the family is at a beach house during the summer about 2 hours away from Helen's aunt. So Peter is 18, Susan is 16, Edmund is 14, and Lucy is 12. The kids have already told there parents about Narnia and after several long talks their parents believe.

Disclaimer: As much as I would like to say they're mine (especially Peter!) they're not!

Colin's POV

I sat on the couch, it was in the early morning hours, and Susan & Helen were at Helen's old aunt's house for a visit. I was worrying about where I belonged in my kid's lives. I was sort of jealous, I felt like Peter had replaced me! I still very much loved him, but I didn't know what to do. Suddenly, I heard a thud and the screech of my youngest child, and bounded up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

I thought the sound was coming from Peter & Ed's bathroom. Lucy sat on the floor outside the bathroom looking extremely distraught.

I was about to console her, but a caught a glimpse of the bathroom and terror seized me. I reached the door frame to see my oldest child crumpled on the floor. His face was as white as chalk. A horrified Edmund stood by the sink. The room reeked of vomit, and Peter was only on the border line of consciousness.

I let out a yelp as I bent down and scooped Peter's head into my lap in one swift motion. He murmured, and I realized he was trembling fiercely. I put my hand to his forehead; and quickly pull it away shocked at the heat radiating off my forehead. I then tried to put on a brave face for my two youngest children, even though inside I was having an internal battle against my facial muscles and my feelings.

I almost unconsciously asked Lucy to fetch some cool water and rags and asked Ed to grab some spare blankets. Peter was 18 and tall, but he was always a little on the skinny side, still, it was difficult to carry him due to his long lank limbs. held him as close as possible, feeling his shallow yet even breathing. As we reached his and Ed's room Ed met me there with a stack of blankets, he was closely followed by Lu who held the bowl of water and rags I had requested.

Ed pulled back the sheets as I laid Peter down. Though he was by now unconscious, I saw him grimace as if in unbearable pain. My poor son! Everything always happens to Peter! He has asthma, he was the one who stood up to the bullies for Ed when he was ten and ended up with a broken wrist (which never fully healed and on occasion still causes him pain), he was the one the bullies picked on, he was the one who had to be brave when I left, he was the one who had to take on the role of an adult way before he ought to! Yet, he is still so gentle and kind, and he has a close relationship with Edmund (that I secretly envy) and all 3 of his siblings think of him as their protector.

I am snapped out of my reverie by the sound of my 12 year old wringing out rags to place on her oldest brother's forehead and behind his neck. She has also grown up beyond her years. I then announce I am going to call the doctor and exit the room.

Half way down the hall, I let it all go and slide down the wall. I could lose my son, one of the most important people in my life. I swiftly take a deep breath, stand up, and hurry down the stairs. I pick up the phone and give the old family doctor, Doctor Spock, a call. It took a moment, but the number came back to me. I began to describe Peter's symptoms and the doctor says he will be there as soon as he possibly can.

Next I call Susan and Helen and attempt to hold back tears once more as Susan answers. I tell her Peter is very ill. She begins to wearily tell her mother. Then she says that due to her aunt's recent illness, Helen can't come home right now, but Helen wants me to tell Peter to get well soon. Susan, however, said she will be on the noon train.

I then go upstairs to keep an eye on my son. I see Lucy is in her room, she appears to be making a get well soon card. That is my Lucy. As I am about to enter the room, I here Ed crying, he is whispering to Peter… "Peter, promise me you will get better and that you won't ever do that to me again. When I found you this morning, I couldn't help but think of the battle with Miraz. I could have lost you!" He says now in hysterics. I know he is talking about something from their Narnian adventures.

I wait for Ed to calm down and make my presence known. Peter is looking worse than before he is sleeping fitfully and occasionally letting out a pain-filled cry. He is drenched in sweat, but is shivering as if he is cold; he wears a permanent pained expression. I then hear the doorbell ring, and ask Ed to lead the doctor up to Peter's room. We are asked to wait in the hallway.

Edmund paces, with a worried expression he looks much older than his 14 years. I walk over to him, and place a hopefully comforting hand on his shoulder. I told him that things would be okay. I hope I was right.

The rest of the wait was silent. As I wait I suddenly remember the day we found out the day Peter had Asthma.

Six year old Peter, four year old Susan, and two year old Edmund were playing outside. Helen and I were inside fussing over a one-month old Lucy. All of a sudden Edmund and Susan begin to shout and bang on the door. I opened it up and to my horror Peter lay on the ground limbs flailing about, gasping for breath.

I remember shouting for Helen to come to the door, she turned so pale, I thought that she would pass out. I remember quickly bringing the other three to our neighbor, Mrs. Doyle,( she was an old kind-hearted woman who always baby-sat for us, she loved all of our children, but took a special liking to Peter, he was a very likable little kid!) she waved us off while she held Lucy in her arms, while she Susan and Ed sobbed.

Helen sat in the back seat trying to calm Peter down. His struggled breathing was audible from the front seat. I felt like I was going to break down, but no, I had to be strong for Helen, and most importantly Peter, ( He had later confided in me he seriously thought he was definitely going to die that day, this was after a nightmare about it that took place a few months later)he needed me to be.

As soon as we arrived at the hospital, they took one look at Peter, and he was immediately whisked into a back room. We held each other in the waiting room waiting for news.

After what seemed like an eternity, a doctor came into the room and motioned for us to follow him into another room. He had us take a seat. He then told us that what happened today was not just a slight react ion, or a virus, or anything of that sort; it was an attack. His next words I would never forget, "Your son has a disorder called asthma. It a problem where there is some sort of inflammation in his air ways, he will encounter issues with his breathing, especially during physical activity. He is a severe case and he is young, so you have a difficult task ahead of you. He may have more attacks, if they occur, please have him use this."The doctor then hands me an inhaler. I am in shock. I watch as the doctor shows Helen how to give it to him. I feel like I will burst, Peter, my boy, then it hits me, He won't be able to run with the other boys, he won't be able to play like the other boys, he doesn't stand a chance in a game of tag. "PETER!" I shout inside my head. The way Helen and the doctor looked at me, I realized that is mustn't have been in my head at all. I think the same realization hit Helen and she wept in my arms.

I held her tight as we walked down the corridor to where Peter was. When we entered the room he was glad to see us, but looked totally exhausted we slowly made our way back to the car, the whole way back I went over the doctor's speech in my mind. I couldn't believe it! He wasn't going to be normal! I know now I was overreacting a little bit, but wait until it is your kid! We got home and the kids and Mrs. Doyle greet us (who are looking extremely relieved) and Pete makes his way into the house after comforting the worried Edmund and Susan and receiving a huge hug from Mrs. Doyle. He looked extremely tired and like he could fall asleep right on the spot, so I picked him up and carried him up to his bed. He then asked me what was wrong with him. I told him when he was feeling better, that we would talk. He nodded and soon drifted off to sleep.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard Peter's door creak open. There stood looking quite grave. I leapt toward him my heart pounding. Sure my kids have been sick before but not like this. I silently goad him on with my eyes. The doctor clears his throat and begins, " Peter…………….

OH! A cliffhanger! Well this is my first Narnia fic so be nice! I will update soon if you like this. I know I exaggerated with the memory but in the 30s and 40s they didn't know a lot of what they know now when it comes to medicine.

~Kaywells