A/N: Two chapters in one day,I'm feeling generous or bored whichever lol,I own only the doctor and the nice elderly lady
Edmund was woken up by the sound of Peter choking,snapping on his lamp,he looked over surprised to find Peter jerking violently ,he was biting his tongue,which was causing it to bleed,which in turn was making him choke. Edmund had no idea what to do,Susan and Peter were the smart ones in the family ,they pored over books,though Edmund liked to read,he preferred mystery books to medical books. He wondered if he should leave Peter alone or stay with him,he had to risk it,leaving the door open ,he ran down the hall.
"Susan wake up,It's Peter,somethings wrong." Edmund said shaking her,Susan woke up in a flash,shoving her feet in a pair of slippers and throwing her robe on,she followed Edmund down the hall,Lucy was right behind them.
Susan took control immediately,"Ed,help me turn him onto his side." she said motioning him over,"Lucy ,go get Mum." Susan said giving her younger sister a push toward the door.
Several minutes later an ambulance was speeding toward the minute they got to the hospital,the attendants wheeled the stretcher into the hospital,Helen was worried and angry at the same time.
The doctor came over,his face apalogetic,",I may have misjudged the seriousness of the bump on your son's head."
Helen was fuming,"You insisted,he was fine! he is not fine,I need to know what is going on,he gets a small bump on his head . He complains of headaches,he can barely keep his balance,and now he 's having seizures. Just tell me what exactly is wrong with my son."
The doctor sighed and motioned to the bench running alongside the wall,Helen dropped onto it,Susan paced the floor,biting her fingernail and came back to sit next to her mother.
"The thing is,we never got your sons charts from the hospital in England until today. With hemophilia a bump on the head can cause serious complications resulting in death." Doctor Jones said.
"Oh god." Helen paled her hand at her mouth."There's a possibility Peter could die."
Doctor Jones nodded regretfully,"I'm very sorry,Ma' collegues will do everything we can to make sure that doesn't happen."
"Thank you." Helen said .
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Peter didn't die,but as added precaution ,the doctors decided to keep him at the hospital."So,I'm never going home." Peter complained .
"Peter,darling try to understand,you've had too many accidents and close calls,here at the hospital,they can give you the treatment you need." Helen said as she unpacked his suitcase."Besides you do have a nice room."
Peter folded his arms,he didn't care about the room,he didn't want to spend the rest of his life in a stupid hospital.
"I don't want to stay here,why can't they give me the treatment at home." Peter asked not caring how childish he sounded.
"The hospital is better equipped to give it to you here." Helen said talking to Peter as if he were a five year old.
"Besides,we'll visit you whenever we can." Mum said kissing him on the forehead,she left the room.
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Peter was bored,he had never been more bored in his life,lying on the hospital bed,he wondered how people managed to live in a hospital . Sitting up,he swung his feet over the bed and pulled on his robe.
The corridors were nearly empty and Peter wondered where everyone had gone. Occasionally he saw a nurse or doctor scurry past,but other than that nothing else no patients no one.
"If you're wondering where everyone is,they're in the dining room for lunch at least those that are able to are the rest of the patients are in their rooms." a sweet ,but frail sounding voice said.
Peter turned to see a elderly woman in a wheelchair looking at him from her snow white hair,though her face was wrinkled her eyes were still youthful.
"Oh." Peter said wondering if he should try to find the dining room,the woman seemed to know what he was thinking.
"Oh,don't leave,I never get visitors ." the lady said sorrowfully.
Anything was better than being bored,so Peter followed her into her room. It was small and cozy . On a small table covered with a doily was a plate of were also framed pictures of a smiling family that Peter could only assume was the woman's (,she introduced herself as Grace) family.
"Do they ever come visit you." Peter asked motioning to the photographs.
Grace shook her head sadly ,"Not as often as I want them to." she held out a cup of tea,"I know how the British love tea." she said.
Peter smiled slightly," Actually,I hate tea,so I might be a disgrace to the entire British Empire."
Grace laughed,she had a nice laugh like bells tinkling in the wind."Tell,me why are you in the hospital you seem like a healthy boy."
"I have hemophilia and the doctors told Mum,it would be better if I stayed in the hospital." Peter said .
Grace nodded sadly."My son died from hemophilia when he was four years old."
"I'm sorry." Peter said not knowing what else to say.
Peter liked Grace,she had been alive during Queen Victoria's reign ,"She had hemophilia too you know and she passed it onto many of her descendants like Alexi Romanov.
"I know we learned about that in school,not the school here in New York ,my old school in England." Peter said."I've always wondered though why they shot the entire family what did the children ever do."
"Who knows people do strange things .If Hitler had a family would you kill them ." Grace asked
Peter thought for a minute then shook his head,"No,because that's unfair,why punish the children for the father's sins."
"You have a rare integrity hardly seen in some children or even adults . " Grace said .
The door opened and a nurse stuck her head in,"Grace,you have a visitor." she said. she stepped back showing a distuingshed looking man in,he leaned over and gave Grace a brief hug.
"Mother,how are you ,are you taking your medication." he asked sitting in the flowered armchair,he noticed Peter standing there.
"Who are you." he asked suspiciously.
Peter was about to answer when Grace interrupted,"This is Peter Pevensie,Peter this is my son Austin."
Peter held out his hand and Austin ignored it,so he let it drop wondering why grownups got to get away with being rude .
Austin turned to his mother,"Mother,you can't invite strange people into your room,especially a delinquent youth."
Peter bristled at that," I'm not delinquent." he said .
Austin ignored him and addressed his mother,"Clearly,your medication will need to be upped.I'll have to talk to the doctor ,before I leave. Now for the matter at hand,Mother,the will."
Peter's mouth dropped open he had never met anyone more cold ,callous and greedy,Oh wait he had the White Witch.
Grace slumped in her chair,"Not now,Austin,I'm tired." she said weakly.
Austin jumped up,"Of course,Mother. You leave." he snapped at Peter.
"No,let him stay,I want him to read to me,there's something about hearing a Charles Dickens' classic in a real British voice ".
"Well,if you're sure." Austin said . Grace nodded ,her eyes closed.
Austin shrugged and put on his coat,he left the room.
"Check to see when he rounds the corner." Grace instructed Peter.
"He's gone do you still want me to read to you." Peter asked."Are you still tired?"
Grace laughed," Goodness,no,I only said that to get rid of him."
Peter smiled,he really liked Grace ,he had never met any other elderly person so full of life.