Wendy pov
Darkness. Everywhere around me was surrounded by this never ending darkness that surrounded me as I tried to look for an exist. As I slowly adjust myself to my surroundings a sharp pain struck my chest causing my chest to become tight making it difficult to breath. Pushing myself up from the cold, damp ground, I placed one hand on my chest and the other on the cold, ground for support as I tried to concentrate on my breathing and to stop the dizziness I was feeling.
Once I was satisfied my breathing had slowed to normal pace, i started to question where I was and how I ended up here. The last memory I had was feeling safe in peter arms as he recused me from the vile hospital, as I looked at his face and saw my hero and he carried me through the night sky towards Neverland, and then everything went blank? Giving up on the aspect of remembering anything else I used the remains of my strength by pushing myself to my feet while using my hands to balance as I slowly made myself stand up on the cold stone floor that was tickling my feet as I started to walk in a random direction praying that an exist is somewhere ahead.
Peter pov
I flew into hangman tree screaming for Tink as my feet hit the soft bear rug in the middle of the room. The lost Boys froze like perfect statues and looked towards me as the heard the panic in my voice. One by one I saw their eyes drift from me to the girl in my arms who was slowly becoming paler if it was even possible. Before the lost boys could ask any questions Tinkerbelle appeared from her little house in the left hand corner of the room and flew over towards me with her hand on hips as if she preparing herself to have rant at me. But the look I gave her must have said how scared I was feeling, to make her rethink her rant but instead she signed and signalled me to place Wendy onto my bed.
Without wasting a second I flew into my room pushing the curtain to the side in a haze, before pulling the covers and gently placing Wendy on the bed and wrapping the covers tightly around her before placing a kiss on her forehead which was covered in small beads of sweat.
I was so lost in thought about Wendy and how weak she looks I didn't notice the lost boys creeping in until one of them decided to bravely speak out for the first time since I came back to the house. I couldn't tell you which one it was for I was more concentrating on the girl who was lying in my bed.
"Who is she Peter and why is she asleep? The brave lost boy said, I took a deep breath to prepare myself and calm myself before I took a shaky breath and answer the lost boy.
"Wendy, her name is Wendy. This is the girl who told me all the stories about the girl who lost her slipper and all the other stories I have told you, but she sick and needs are help or else she " I couldn't bring myself to say it . NO! Stop thinking this way she not going to die I won't let her die I must save her but how. Using my sleeve to wipe the blood that was around her mouth I tried to think of a plan that could save her.
"Boys fetch me some water and a cloth, Tink? Find the Indian healing women and bring her here" I order to the boys without taking my eyes of Wendy as I watched her chest slowly move up and down, which gave me a sign of hope that she was okay. After I gave my order the sound of small feet trampled the ground as the lost boy rushed out of the house and to the stream to fetch me some water , because you see none of us bother having baths and showers because that grown up stuff , therefore we have no water in the house .
As I was watching Wendy breathing and wiping the sweat that kept forming on her head, I heard a sound of small bells hovering next me. Sighing I take my eyes of Wendy and glance at Tinkerbelle who had her hands cross and tapping her foot impenitently , which I know full well is her sign of saying she does not want to do what I just said.
"Tinkerbelle please, I really need your help, please get the healing women, if not for Wendy then me because I will never forgive you If Wendy dies" I said out of frustration of Tinkerbelle stubbornness of her hatred for Wendy. Finlay Tinkerbelle fisted her hands and stopped her foot before flying out of hand man tree . Not really caring that I have upset her , because she will forgive me soon enough I turn my attention to Wendy to notice her skin become pale and her hair slowly becoming damp as small drops of sweat landed on her hair as it dripped from her forehead. Holding her damp hand I whisper in her ear
"Please wake up Wendy lady".
Wendy pov
As I was wondering around the dark cave my feet dragging against the stone as I fought with all my strength for my legs to hold my strength I looked for an exist.
How long have I been walking for? Who knows for there is no way of telling time here? After walking for what seemed liked ages I lent the cold wall catching my breath before sliding down to the floor and pulling my knees up before crying with defeat on not being able to escape this horrible place. I felt my night gown slowly become wet with tears as I cried out the pain I have been feeling for so long that I have been dying to get out. Why me? why do I have to go through all this pain and suffering to finally have some happiness and a chance of a brilliant life and then being stuck in this place with no way out.
As I was letting my sorrows out I felt a light creep between the gaps of my fingers that was covering my face. Looking up and wiping away my tears I heard a faint voice calling my name. Choosing to ignore it and place it as my imagination playing up I decided to pull my knees closer and try and imagine what Neverland would have been like.
But then I heard the notice again , looking up I tried to see if I could see anyone around me , but all I could see was the darkness and hear this sound of someone begging me to wake up . But I am awake I am just stuck and I want to get out . Deciding that maybe the person the voice belongs to is my way out , I force myself to stand while holding the wall until my legs stop shaking , I push myself to follow the sound of the angle like voice calling my name .
Following the sound of the voice I tried to work out why the voice sounded sad and was asking me to walk up. Was I awake was all this a dream? As I kept following the voice I noticed a small glow of light appear at the end of the tunnel . Not wanting to lose my change of escaping I used all my strength and ran to the light as a force started to pull my further and further into the light while the sound of the voice became louder and louder , Until suddenly I was surrounded by this bright light.
Peter pov
"Wendy , please please wake up , don't leave me , we have a lot of adventures still to do and you promised to tell me stories and the lost boys , wake up please" I kept repeating to her as I held her sweaty hand in mine . But her face remained the same pale , white face making the line of blood that has formed from the side of her mouth stand out , as a sign of the horrific illness that was taking over Wendy life. Slowly I leaned closer to her, wiping the reminds of the sweat that had once again built up on her head, I pressed my lips to her head and prayed with all my might that she will wake up before leaning back and kneeling by the side of the bed and resting my head on the bed, while never letting go off her hand.
Losing all signs of hope that Wendy is going to wake up I begin to feel a warm liquid form on the inside of my eyes that are threating to fall , which I try to stop with all my might , when suddenly I feel her hand twitch in mine. Shooting to standing position I reach over and shake her arm gently while calling out her name in hope that she will wake up.
Slowly her eyes begin to flutter as small moan aspects her lips, before her eyes open up and looked around with haze before her eyes adjust to me , which formed a small smile on her face , before whispering her my name
