Sorry for keeping you waiting! This one might be a bit short, sorry bout that once summer comes I'll have a lot more time to update! Just so you know the whole story will be in Colin's POV. I am really excited about this fic so reviews will be greatly appreciated! So here it is without further a due…. The next installment of My Son, Peter.
"Peter………. He has a serious case of the flu. He lacks a sufficient immune system so this makes his case all the more serious. He'll probably be ill for a few weeks. We don't know he'll just have to ride it out. He is a strong and stubborn boy I think he will come out of this okay, "recited .
At the doctor's last sentence, my head snapped up, "Wait doctor, there's a chance he won't come out of this?" I asked, my mind reeling. I could lose Peter. That sentence sounded odd like it was tangled, or shredded, or put through a blender. Even inside my head. Doctor Spock gravely nodded and then attempted to put on a false smile, "It is very unlikely, like I said he is a strong boy who won't give up without a fight." I then nod and lead the doctor down the stairs and the door without us sharing a word.
I turned around and saw a grave looking Edmund. I gave him a pat on the back (knowing he would shy away if I tried to give him a hug or something of that sort) and we then proceed to Peter's room. Lucy is standing outside his door looking anxious holding her card. The unasked question hung in the air. I realized I didn't have the heart to tell her there was a chance she could lose Peter, her big brother, whom she looks up to. So I said", Lucy, Peter will be just fine! The doctor said that he'll just have to rest up for a while!" She looked a bit skeptical for a moment, but then she broke out into a huge grin and gave me a tight Lucy hug as I let out a breath I hadn't even known I was holding. She then skipped into Pete's room and propped the home made card on the nightstand. Ed then followed her into the room and took a seat next to Peter's bed. Lucy began to talk nonstop to the unconscious Peter. Edmund then took Peter's left hand and began to brush Peter's hair out of his eyes. I stood in the door frame and watched my children. Somebody was missing.
I heard the door bell ring and knew that was the missing piece, Susan. I reluctantly left the heart-warming scene behind and made my way to the front door. I then slowly opened the old creaky door. When I did so a pale Susan whom was biting her bottom lip stood there looking worried. She quickly plopped a gentle kiss on my cheek, handed me her bag, and bolted up the stairs.
I used my cat-like reflexes (not to brag) to catch the antique vase she had nearly knocked over in her haste. I knew that the next few weeks would be a challenge.
So, I know it is short, but I am having some writers block! What do you guys think? Don't be afraid to criticize as long as it is constructive! So I think it will be a few days before I can get another chapter up since I have an important paper due. YUCK! So anyways please review, I would really appreciate it!
~ Kaywells