Pneumonia, Chapter 3

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Edmund huffed in bed every morning he woke up ill. It had been three days, now another day, he felt horribly sick. His head ached, he lost his appetite, and he was shivering through piles of blankets. Susan had ordered him to stay in bed too.

Miss Macready had called the Doctor, a night ago. The Doctor had handed Susan medicine for colds and fevers, saying that it may help (also claiming there wasn't any miracle medicine that would work in very few days yet). Peter usually took the medicine up to Edmund. A few teaspoons of the disgusting medicine every night and morning was to go down his throat.

Not another day, Edmund held the blankets around him tighter. Not more medicine, nothing more. It's freezing! Eventually, he felt like he was back in the White Witch's palace, all ice. But he didn't hear her voice. Instead he saw her pale face every time he blinked, adding to his shivers.

The blankets felt like the coldness of snow and ice when Susan entered the room at long last. "Edmund are you awake?" She called quietly. Edmund let his eyes poke out of the tower of duvets. "Oh good, I brought your medicine," Susan held out a tiny shot glass filled with the white, thick liquid.

"Do I have to take it now?" His voice was weak after all the coughing he had done the previous night. He had kept everyone up for hours. Susan and Peter had went to get water for him several times. There was no avail with water but at two o'clock Ed fell asleep out of exhaustion.

"Yes," Susan simply responded.

"Can't I take it with a cookie then, please?" Edmund sat straighter, slightly brightening at the very thought.

"Sorry, but no," she tried to put it gently but her words seemed rather harsh in tone as she held out the glass.

Then I'm not eating any meals, I am not hungry at all, Edmund buried himself a little deeper into the blankets, just to be difficult.

"Please, just drink it. Do you want me to get Peter to help you?" She arched an eyebrow as Edmund revealed himself dejectedly.

He held out his hand for the glass, which Susan gratefully gave to him. Ed drank it in one gulp before he began coughing as it was such an awful thing to taste. The Queen handed him a glass full of water next. He muttered a thanks before washing the taste out of his mouth.

When Lucy and Peter came to Edmund's room, they held dishes in their hands filled with breakfast foods. Susan grabbed one out of Peter's hands, which was a tad smaller than the other plates. "Here," Susan placed the egg-filled plate onto his lap. Knowing that he didn't want to eat, and refused to usually, they gave him a smaller meal to not waste food (however Peter tried to add more food to it).

"I'm not hungry," Edmund shrugged. Susan huffed, Peter darted a glare, and Lucy looked up from her bacon. This routine happened every morning. I'm not hungry, he repeated in his mind sourly.

"Have one spoonful of everything," Peter suggested. "You're never going to get better if you don't eat."

Ed sighed as he stabbed his fork into the eggs and took a bite. It seemed very revolting and he wanted to spit it out. However, Peter gave him a 'don't you dare' look and the younger King managed to swallow.

After several times of spooning and stabbing food, Ed was free to lay down. Lucy asked if he wanted to play a round of one of their older games, but he refused. Instead, he used the time to pout at his siblings.

As Edmund laid in bed, he could only think of how most things never went his way, and when they did they backfired. They wouldn't even cared if I died! There's no doubt Peter thinks I'm still a traitor. He was able to prevent himself from kicking the wall, or maybe it was the blankets that held him back. He knew somewhere in his mind that Peter didn't think him a double-crosser.

Near dinner, Peter had come for a visit. "How are you feeling?" Peter questioned. The High King grabbed a book and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Perfect," Ed narrowed his eyes, irritated, his brother knew how he was doing. His movements to sit up properly triggered coughing fits. "What have you been doing today?" Probably having a blast of a time, Ed added in his mind.

"We've just been reading most of the day. Lucy went outside, but you heard the rain. She came back a second later," he chuckled at the memory. "She was soaked through. Susan was mad that she had brought water into the house. I had to get several towels to clean up the puddles."

"That's brilliant," Edmund snapped. Why I am getting so worked up? He turned to face the windows. The Kings saw flashes of lightning outside, thunder pounding against their ears seconds later.

"What'd you get for Lucy's birthday?" Peter attempted to have a conversation rolling.

"What? Her birthday's soon?" Edmund's gaze turned to Peter. Peter nodded. "I had no clue it was so soon, I was going to whittle her something, but I've no time now. Susan won't let me, even if I begged!"

"It's in a week, Edmund. You'll feel better by then. You'll probably have at least two days even. I can ask Susan for you too," Peter suggested. Ed nodded eagerly, urging him to go ask now.

"Susan," Peter looked over his book in the library the Professor had. Lucy wasn't in the room, she was busy exploring the house again. "Edmund wanted me to ask, er, if you would let him whittle something for Lucy's birthday."

"Sure," the Queen smiled. "When he feels better though." she added.

"But he thinks he won't have enough time then."

"He'll feel better in two days I bet," Susan sighed.

"Edmund doesn't think so," Peter replied crossly.

"He can when he feels better," her eyes went down to the book with her final words.

Peter sighed in defeat. He shut the book he was holding and left the room to speak to Edmund.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, even if my writing isn't super terrific as others. Also, I've been having trouble with the website, it was saying yesterday night that it had an error (so I couldn't get to my documents), I don't remember what numbers there were but I think there was a three and five when it said there was an error. Does that happen often? The page has worked fine this morning so that is fantastic.

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