Pneumonia, Chapter 2

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The only other times Edmund could remember of the others being sick were very few times, which only lasted two days. He couldn't recall them being sick at Professor Kirke's house ever.

His siblings had left to go clean up the kitchen. Ed sat here alone. Susan had told him to eat but he couldn't bring himself to it. It seemed so much an effort to just eat. He didn't feel hungry anyways, he felt full.

Giving a wrecking cough, his eyes slid shut, finally letting him fall into sleep.


Peter had come up to see if Edmund had wanted to play Clue with them. But the King was surprised to find Edmund asleep. In his sleep though, he was mumbling and thrashing all about. Peter debated walking him up before Susan hiked in.

"What's taking you so long?" she asked before seeing Edmund. Ed's eyes were now opening because of Susan's loud declaration.

"Oh," he gave a startled glance at his older siblings, clearly flustered. "Wh-what do you need?" Ed gave a quick glance behind him before returning to them.

"We were wondering if you wanted to play the new board game with us," Susan asked, embarrassed, too, that she had woken him.

"Sure," Edmund slowly got the blankets off of him (but one since Susan was telling him he might be cold downstairs), and at long last, he was dragging his feet down the stairs.

Peter was carrying Edmund's plate of breakfast. The plate hadn't been touched or even nibbled on. Lucy asked, as Ed approached the last step of the stairs, if he wanted any fresher bananas or strawberries since he hadn't eaten. Edmund refused Lucy's offer. He pulled out the closest dining table chair, and hunched down in it. He brought his legs up on to the chair so that he could wrap his arms around them. Edmund looked rather hopeless at the moment.

Lucy grabbed the new game, she opened the lid excitedly. But when she looked up, she thought everyone else would be excited, but Susan and Peter were looking down at Edmund. He had already fallen asleep!

"Should we wake him?" Susan asked, unsure if that'd turn out for the better. "We probably are going to play a few rounds, don't you think he'll wake up by, at the least, our last round?

Peter nodded, "Lets let him sleep." So Lucy picked up the game, as quietly as possible (since there were little objects rolling around), and set them down at the living room table. They all sat on the floor because if they sat on the couches they couldn't reach the table.

Peter read the instructions to the murder mystery game. At the end of the game, Susan guessed who was the murderer, in what room, and how it happened.

They played a total of six rounds, which took a little longer than ten minutes each. Edmund had still not wakened.

"I'm going to go check on him," said Susan. Gathering her cup of water, she headed towards the dining room. She saw Edmund at the far end of the table, sleeping. I think I'll take him upstairs to his bed, Susan thought. She went to go get Peter to help her carry him up to his bed.

Peter sluggishly-slow inched the chair out until he was finally free to scoop his little brother up without hitting the table. One of the stairs creaked but Peter didn't dare skip one today. So he stepped on the wooden slab. It creaked louder at this time as he stepped slowly, bringing Edmund to his sense.

"What're you doing?" Edmund asked Peter, pushing off his brother slightly. "Drop me," he demanded moodily, as he tried to hit the floor. Peter rolled his eyes as he let his brother jump. Once Ed had steadied himself on one of the stairs he realized, "Weren't we going to play that new game?" Ed started to make his way down but stopped when Peter spoke.

"We did, but you fell asleep at the very beginning, and we didn't want to wake you," Peter's voice trailed off when he saw the disappointed expression on his brother's face.

"You could've wakened me," Ed folded his arms, then turned and trudged up the stairs.

"We could still play if you want," Peter followed his brother up the stairs. "Susan's really good at it though, just warning you."

"Fine," Ed mumbled, letting his arms fall to the side inside his blanket, which Peter couldn't see. A small victory smile flashed across his face (as he still wanted to play) before, speedily against his usually slow paces, stepped down the stairs. He came into the living room which Susan and Lucy were cleaning up the pieces to the games.

"Ed wants to play a round," Peter hurried. He brought a cushion down for Edmund to sit on. At his words, Lucy and Susan began quickly setting the game back up, explaining the rules all the while.

The younger King won the game this round and wished to play another round, which they all mumbled in agreement but being secretly were sick of it. Susan, shocked as Ed won the next round, said it was time to start making lunch.

Peter and Susan went to situate into the kitchen but Lucy said she'd play another round with Edmund, to his delight. Lucy won this round and laughed as Edmund grumbled something incoherent. They both cleaned up the game and Ed put his cushion back, as Lucy left to the kitchen. The kitchen was very outdated at their time since it was a history home so they didn't have the brand new appliances, but had to cook and bake with some of the older things. They had one of the very early models of the toaster even.

Susan decided they'd have soup with some vegetables and fruit on the side. It took about a half an hour to make until it was ready to eat.

Ok, so that was the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed it, as usual. Thanks for reading (really I appreciate it :) ). Sorry for any grammar and spelling mistakes too! Also I think there'll be at least two more chapters.