Chapter Four

"Something I didn't tell you"

Peter was laying on his bed on his stomach, he held a book in one hand, and he pet Clancy on the head. The dog lay next to his bed and sat up a little so Peter could scratch his ears. Peter looked up from his book when he heard a light knock at his door. Susan popped her head through the door, Peter motioned for her to come in, and not to his surprise, Edmund and Lucy were right behind her.

"Ok, mum will be up in a few minutes so we don't have very long, so spill," Susan said taking on her mum imitation look.

Peter took one look at his sister and bit his lip-it was all he could do to keep himself from laughing.

"This is not a laughing matter Peter, let's look at your arm," Susan said coming to the side of Peter's bed, nearly tripping over Clancy in the process.

"Oh Clancy, move over will you?" Edmund said as he tried to move over to the bed too.

"Come on Clancy, come on up," said Peter patting his bed, as he sat up and pulled his legs up to make room for his dog and his siblings.

Clancy stood up and with a single jump landed on Peter's bed, the golden retriever circled a portion of the bed and then lay down next to Peter, Peter gave the dog a pat before turning back to his siblings.

"Come on Peter, we don't have all night," said Susan sitting on the side of the Peter's bed.

"Alright," Peter said, he was dreading this.

Peter unbuttoned his shirt yet again; he slowly pulled his arm out of the sleeve and rested it on his second pillow.

What they saw made his siblings gasp. Peter's arm was almost completely covered by the bruise.

"Peter, we have to do something!" Susan said her face full of concern.

"Susan-there's something I need to tell you," Peter said quietly scratching Clancy behind the ear.

Susan looked at Peter, worry clearly showing in her deep blue eyes, she tucked her dark brown hair behind her ear and said, "What do you need to tell us?"

Peter sighed and said, "There's something I didn't tell you about that day, I didn't tell you because I didn't remember myself, I remembered it today, when we were studying, that's why I kept breaking pencils."

"What is it?" Lucy asked her light blue eyes full of fear.

"I-um-when I pulled the sword out of my arm-the end was gone," Peter said not looking at his siblings and fingering Clancy's collar.

"What do you mean it was gone?" Edmund asked his brown eyes showing almost as much fear as Lucy's.

"It was gone Ed-I thought it broke off in the ground when I pulled it out, when it didn't bother me anymore in Narnia I-I just forgot about it, then when it started to bruise I thought maybe it was just because we came back through the wardrobe, then as time went on I began to remember everything that happened-I think-I think the tip is in my arm, and I think it's moving, if it reaches my heart-I-I could-," Peter couldn't finish his sentence.

"You could die," Edmund finished.

"We have to tell mum and dad," Lucy said tears threatening to fall.

"Tell them what Lu, we can't tell them about Narnia, they wouldn't believe us," Peter said looking to the nine year old that sat on his lap.

"Well we have to do something," Edmund said shaking a little as he reached over to scratch Clancy's ear.

"There's nothing we can do, all we can do is hope that it doesn't go any further," Peter said giving Lucy a hug.

"Maybe if a doctor looked at you," Susan suggested as she gently rubbed Peter's lower arm.

"I don't think they could do anything Su," Peter said wincing a little as she rubbed a little too hard.

"Oh Peter I'm sorry," Susan said pulling her hands away.

"It's ok Su, it just hurt a little more there that's all," Peter said.

Susan started to rub her brother's arm again but did not go passed his elbow.

"Well what's this? A sibling conference?" a voice came from the door.

All four children turned toward the door and saw their mother standing in the door way holding a glass of milk.

"Hi mum-we um-we were just talking," Peter said his voice quivering.

"Peter, why is your arm out of your shirt? And why is Susan rubbing it?" Mrs. Pevensie asked looking to her oldest son.

"Oh, my arm was just a little sore; Susan was trying to loosen it up a little," Peter said putting his arm back into his sleeve.

"Oh, are you alright?" Mrs. Pevensie asked a little worried.

"I'm fine mum, just tired," said Peter. He was telling half the truth, he was tired.

"Well, it's getting late I think all of you should go to bed," Mrs. Pevensie said handing Peter the glass of milk and adding, "That should help you sleep sweetheart."

"Thanks mum, good night," Peter said accepting the glass from his mother.

"Good night, no dreams tonight ok?" Mrs. Pevensie said kissing Peter on the cheek.

"I'll try mum," Peter said with a small smile.

"Good night Peter," his siblings said together worry in their voices but only Peter could hear it.

"Good night Su, Ed, Lu," Peter said looking worried himself.

Soon Peter was left alone in his room with Clancy beside him, he feared that he would not get any sleep tonight either, not only did he remember everything that had happened to him that day, he also realized that his mother couldn't see the bruise. Which meant even if they did believe them no one, not ever a London doctor could help him.

Author's note: I updated within a week of my last update, I'm so proud of myself!(He,He) Please review!

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