Yes I agree. Poor Edmund! : ( But everything turns right in the end. *spoiler alert*

Lucy was looking frantically for her cordial. She new it had to be somewhere! If she didn't find it, she might lose part of her family. That would be the worst thing ever. She never wanted that to happen, it couldn't happen. She continued to look, but she eventually gave up.

"I can't find it anywhere. I don't know what to do. I can't believe I lost Aslan's gift to me," Lucy said. "But that's not the worst. Now Edmund might not live."

"We'll just have to have hope Lu. We can't give up yet," Susan said. Suddenly there was a groan from Edmund. They went over and looked at him. He was moving around restlessly.

"Edmund?" Lucy said coming over to him. Peter put his hand on her shoulder. "He's dreaming Lucy." He went over and felt Edmund's head. His forehead was extremely hot. Peter stepped back. "He's burning up with fever."

"Let's see his wound." Susan walked over and pulled Edmund's shirt away. The wound wasn't healing the way it should be. Instead of scabbing, the wound continued to bleed. It was red and swollen all around the wound. "Where is the healer?" Susan asked in a panicked tone.

"Don't worry Susan he should be here soon. He had to get something form his place. But Susan started to panic even more. "Peter we can't wait anymore, isn't there something we can do? If we don't do something right now, Edmund will die!" Peter put his hands on Susan's shoulders. "Susan stop! We can't be like this! How is panicking going to heal him? I think we should just sit down and wait for the healer to come Susan, ok?" Susan nodded and sat down on the couch. Lucy came and sat next to her.

"Don't worry Susan. I know Edmund will heal. Maybe Aslan will help us," Lucy said. Susan shook her head. "No, Aslan cannot help us now. He will help us in times of war. But times like this, I think he wants us to handle things on our own." Lucy nodded.

"You're probably right," Lucy answered. "But still, we need to have hope. Edmund will heal. I know it." But inside she wasn't really sure. She needed to find that cordial. The last time she remembered having it was on the ride that her and Susan went on. The ride! She must have dropped it! The only way to find it would be to retrace her steps of that day. "Susan! I think I might know where to find the cordial! You know that ride we went on? Well that was the last time that I had my cordial!" Susan gasped.

"You're right! But how in the world are we going to find it?" Susan asked. Lucy thought about it for a moment.

"I guess the only thing to do is to retrace our...the horses', steps. Do you remember where exactly we went?" she said.

"Um, mostly, but I don't really want to leave Edmund," Susan said. Peter put his hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry Susan. I'll watch him. The thing we need most is that cordial. Go find it," he said in a firm but gentle voice. Susan nodded. She put her hand on Lucy's shoulder and turned her to the door. They got on cloths for outside, and went to retrace their steps.

"It's a shame that our horses couldn't talk, then we could ask them for help," Lucy said. Susan nodded. "That would be a help. But we're on our own for now." They were looking close to the ground, and they were glad that the sun was shining, because the bottle would shine in the sun. They felt the ground, and searched every single spot that they had walked with their horses. The first time they didn't find anything, and they were already tired from bending down so much.

"Oh Susan! This is hopeless! How are we going to find it?" Lucy asked at the point of despairing.

"It's not hopeless Lu. We'll just have to search over it again, even if it takes the rest of the day," Susan answered.

Peter was pacing back forth. The healer still hadn't returned and it had been an hour since Susan and Lucy had left. Edmund hadn't completely woken yet, and he kept talking in his sleep. His fever had risen, and no matter what Peter would do it wouldn't go down. Peter had never been so worried in his life. Even in the battles, he wasn't this worried. If only he could take Edmund's place! Why did he have to jump in front of him? And there was nothing he could do about it. Without Lucy's cordial, there was no point of even hoping that Edmund would heal. Edmund again said something, but this time he was awake.

"Peter? Peter!" Peter ran over to Edmund. "I'm here."

"Peter, are Susan and Lucy here?" Edmund asked. Peter shook his head. Edmund let out a sigh of pain and sadness.

"I wanted them to be here because..." Edmund paused. Peter waited for him to finish. "Because...I will be leaving soon. I wanted...to say good-bye...to them...one last time. Lucy especially. And I wanted..to say...I'm sorry...for all the times...I have done wrong things...to you. I want you...to forgive me. Tell the others to, that I...am sorry, and tell them... that I said...good-bye. I didn't want it to end like this. I..am sorry," Edmund said. Tears welled up in Peter's eyes, but he didn't try to stop from crying.

"Don't say such things Ed. It's not your time to go. Please hold on Ed," Peter said choking back the tears. Edmund tried to smile.

"But it is. You know that...too. I want you to know...that you...are the best...brother...anyone could have. And I...am glad...that I took...your place," he said. Peter laid his head down on Edmund's chest. Edmund closed his eyes and went into a peaceful sleep.

That was so sweet and sad! :'l I almost cried while writing it. I live sad stories as long as they end happily. And this one does. I hope you enjoyed this please review.

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