HAPPY NEW YEAR! I hope you enjoy this chapter. It is one of my longer ones and just in case you don't pick up on it; It is in Wendy's POV. Well I'm off to party hard. (Ha, not really). I wish you all a safe and happy new year and may 2014 be one of your best years yet!

Forget them. Forget them all. Have a great year despite whatever is thrown at you! Love!

Chapter 6:

"PETER!" I scream. He had appeared out of nowhere and saved me from my attempt. With swift cleverness he had flown after me and caught me seconds before I hit the concrete. But the fool wasn't quick enough to shoot back up and now he lay upon the ground all sprawled out.

Peter looked much different. His bright auburn hair had become a dirty blonde with spots of red here and there. It still curled to my delight. He had gotten a lot stronger and his muscles were easily visible. His blue eyes were hidden from me by his eyelids but I could tell it was him. My Peter had grown up. He looked to be about 19 years old; though he had lived much longer than that.

One of his arms was twisted backwards and it looked limp. His face had received numerous scraps from the fall. He still wore his leafy outfit that barely covered his chest so I could see the dark bruises around his ribcage without difficulty.

"Come on, Peter, wake up!" I lightly smacked the side of his face. He turned and moaned slightly. I needed to get him inside so I could tend to his wounds.

"JOHN!" I shout for my brother. I waited a few moments but got no response. I was going to have to carry Peter in on my own.

"Peter, listen to me. I am going to bring you inside so I can care for your injuries. I need you to try to stand but I will support your weight. Come on, you can do it." He didn't open his eyes but he tried to sit up.

"That's it, Peter." I stand over him and pull him to his feet from under his arms. The left one hangs limp at his side.

Once he is on his feet, I pull his good arm over my shoulders and put my arm behind his back to help him walk.

"Alright, we are going to try a few steps. Are you ready?" He stays silent but I decide to just start walking. I take a step then nudge him with my arm to get him to put a foot forward. He grunts then places his right foot in front of his left. He cringes and yelps then falls to his knees bringing me down with him.

I groan as I hit the ground then say, "It's alright. We will try again, come on." And I use all of my strength to pull him back to his feet. I gasp and breath heavy but I won't give up on him.

Hurrying, I make quick steps so he has no choice but to keep up. He is breathing hard too but he still has his eyes shut tight and I notice some blood coming from his mouth. This makes me walk faster and stronger to get him to my bed as soon as possible.

When we reach the front steps, I realize this is going to be a problem. "Hold on to me, Peter." I feel his grip on my shoulder tighten. I slowly pick up my foot and place it on the first step. With my next step, I pull him up with me. He bites his lip to hold in his pain, causing it to bleed even more.

We trudge up the stairs this way until we finally reach the door. I turn the handle and into the foyer we walk. John is asleep on the couch; no wonder he couldn't hear me earlier.

"John, wake up!" I hiss. He moans in his sleep and turns over. He is such a deep sleeper. "Alright, Peter, I need to wake up John to help us. I am going to lean you against this pillar to support yourself." He nods and I slowly rest him against one of the pillars that holds up our house. Then, I race over to John.

"John, John! Wake up for Gods sake!" I say as I shake him violently.

"Damn, Wendy! What is it?" He sits up angrily then he sees Peter In the corner, shaking to hold himself up.

"Is that-"

"Yes, John. And he is hurt badly; can you help me carry me to my bed?"

John gives me a curious look but nods. We run to Peter and each grab an arm. Peter screams in pain and falls to the tile floor. Shit! I forgot to warn John about Peter's broken arm. I scold myself.

"Not that arm, John! It's broken!" We bend down and get Peter back to a standing position.

"How can I help him walk?" John asks, feeling helpless.

Then a quiet hoarse voice speaks, "Just use my arm, I-I can take it."

Peter had finally spoken and his voice had changed a lot; It much deeper and manly. It also sounded pained but strong at the same time. John gently obeyed and placed Peter's limp arm around his shoulders then reached behind his back like mine to carry Peter. I glanced up and Peter and saw tears leaked out of his eyes that were clamped shut.

Slowly John and I started towards my room. We barely managed the endless stairway, each letting out tired shouts. Peter was growing weaker by the moment, making it harder on my brother and me. Finally, we reached my bedroom and hurried Peter to unmade bed. Using our last bit of strength, we picked him up and laid him in bed. With wasting another moment, I panted to John to go get bandages and a wet cloth. He obeyed and ran off without showing a speck of fatigue. I, myself, was beat. Collapsing beside my hero, I catch my breath and a few minutes of sleep before Peter suddenly cried out.

I jump up and check over him to see what is wrong. He looks like he was only having a nightmare.

"Peter." I whisper as I lightly shake him. "Wake up; 'Tis only a nightmare. I'm here now. "

He moans then quietly gets his breathing back to normal. Around this time, John runs in with my requested items. I immediately place the washcloth over Peter's forehead to calm him down. Once I'm sure he is in a deep peaceful sleep, I start to work on his injuries.

Starting with his arm, I wrap it in tightly then create a makeshift sling to hold it still. Then, I dab some ointment on his cuts and scrapes. The redness surrounding them goes down and the dried blood disappears as well. Staring at his bruised ribs, which I assume are broken, I decide to wrap them with bandages too. I slowly lift his middle up and he grunts in his sleep so I quickly bind his ribcage.

Deciding he was in good enough condition, I let him sleep on. I couldn't help but stare at his built body. He was defiantly not a little boy anymore. He looked like a man now. I start to nod off while thinking about him but shook it off. I need to watch over him like he would watch over me if I was in his position. He was so handsome… and with that thought I drifted off into an unpreventable slumber.