Chapter two
Trapped
Peter heard voices yelling in the back of his mind. He didn't know what was going on he felt like he was in a haze, one thing he did know was that when he tried to move more pain shot through his head, he tried to opened his eyes but it took to much effort.
It was painful to breath, every breath he took was more painful then the last. His left arm was tingling as if a heavy weight had been on it for a long time. He couldn't feel his legs.
"Hey, this one is alive!" was the first clear thing Peter heard.
"He's just a kid!" Peter heard another voice as he tried to focus on breathing.
"We have to get this car off of him, we have to move if we are going to save his legs!" this made Peter panic, what did they mean "a car was on him?"-what did they mean by "if we are going to save his legs?" Was this the sacrifice Aslan was talking about?
"We have to break the connections between the other two cars before we do anything," another voice broke the haze.
Peter managed to open his eyes, and then shut them just as quickly as he could as pain shot through his body.
"He's coming to, someone stay with him, make sure he stays as still as possible, the rest of you, lets work on getting this car off of him!" someone else shouted.
"Can you hear me?" another voice broke through, it seemed to be talking to him.
Peter managed to open his eyes half way without having to close them again, he saw a middle aged man leaning over him, fear in his eyes, Peter answered his question with a question of his own, "Yes I can hear you, what happened?"
"You just stay still now, you were in a railway accident, try not to move as much as possible," the man said putting a rolled up coat under Peter's head.
"My legs-I can't-I can't feel my legs," Peter muttered his eyes closing.
"Your legs are trapped under one of the train cars, some others are working on getting you out. Right now you need to try and stay awake for me alright, so do you want to tell me your name?" the man asked as a woman walked up to kneel on the other side of Peter's head.
"My name is Pet-P-Peter Pevensie," Peter managed, his lungs felt like they were on fire.
"Alright Peter, my name is James and this is my wife Sara," James said pointing to the woman beside him.
"Hello Peter, can you tell us how old you are?" Sara asked running her fingers through Peter's sandy hair.
"Nineteen-I'm nineteen," Peter said his voice cracking.
"Were you meeting the train or waiting for the train?" James asked hopping that this boy had family that could be called.
"Both," Peter said quietly his lungs couldn't take to much more talk.
"What do you mean?" Sara asked as fear entered her mind, what if this boy didn't have anymore family.
"My younger brother and I-we were-waiting to-meet some people on the train," Peter managed it was getting harder and harder to talk.
"You mean your brother was on the platform too?" James asked with worry.
"Y-yes," Peter whispered, his lungs were burning now.
"What is your brother's name?" Sara asked offering Peter a little water, he accepted it gratefully.
"Edmund-," Peter said quietly.
"What?" James asked looking at him with a questioning look.
"That's my brother's name, Edmund," Peter said again.
"Alright, Sara, stay here with him I'll be right back," James said as he stood up as he did he added quietly, "Keep him talking, and don't let him go to sleep."
Sara nodded, she knew her husband was going to asked if they found anymore survivors from the platform, she also knew that it was highly unlikely that anyone else survived on the platform; it was miracle that Peter was alive.
"So who were you going to meet on the train Peter? Was it friends, family maybe?" Sara asked though she was hopping that this boy didn't have anymore family on this train.
"Well, this is my old academy-school-train; since we were in London we thought-we we would join our younger sister Lucy-, our- cousin, and some friends. We were going to ride to school with them and then go home for the rest of the week before I head back to the university," Peter said.
"I see; how old is Lucy?" Sara asked her main focus was to keep Peter talking.
"She's fourteen; this is her last year at the boarding school, she'll be home next year, going to the high school with Edmund," Peter said with a small smile.
"So Edmund and Lucy are your only siblings?" Sara asked.
"No, we have another sister, Susan; she's a year younger then me. She is starting her first year at the university this year. She's taking it a little too seriously, I mean she wouldn't even join us today, but looking at my current situation I'd say she was the smart one," Peter said his lungs burning with every word.
"Is there a way we can reach your sister?" Sara asked with a bit of hope.
"You can call the university-, ask-for the girls' dorm-, anyone could answer just asked for Susan Pevensie," Peter was beginning to slur his words.
James called to Sara, motioning to her to come to him, she turned back to Peter. "Peter I'll be right back alright?" Sara said as she stroked his hair once again as she stood up.
Peter nodded and closed his eyes, his thoughts took him back to Narnia, and what Aslan had told him, was he going to be able to walk again, or was this the sacrifice Aslan was talking about. Peter thought more and the more he thought the more he didn't care if he walked again, he, Edmund and Lucy were going to help their sister turn back to Narnia.
"Wait-Edmund and Lucy-where-were they-Lucy had been on the train-she's alright-she has to be alright-Edmund-he had been on the platform with him-oh no-no you can't think that way Peter, they're alright-they have to be alright-they can't be the sacrifice, they can't be," the back of Peter's mind was yelling this at him full force.
"Peter?" the voice brought Peter back, he was starting to fade.
"Hum?" Peter said he was really starting to loose focus, all the faces were blurring together.
"They are ready to move the car now Peter," the voice was faint as it continued; "I'm going to hold down your shoulders alright?"
Peter wanted to asked about his siblings but his lips didn't work all he could do was nod.
In the back of his mind Peter was yelling his siblings names wishing his voice would work so he could say it out loud. His lungs hurt so bad, his left arm was now numb, he barely felt someone take hold of his shoulders, pining him to the ground.
Suddenly the weight left his legs sending extreme pain though his body. Edmund and Lucy were the only things on Peter's mind then his mind went blank as he slipped into unconsciousness.
