Susan's POV

I darted down the hallway, nearly knocking down nurses on my way. I spotted a doctor coming out of room 103 and my heart froze. I darted into the room and saw Edmund, lying on hospital bed, looking worse than the last time he was in the hospital.

Not only did he have the tubes stuck in him, he was also attached to a breathing machine and two heart monitors. I walked closer to him and grabbed his slim hand. It had been so much pudgier last time I saw him. I looked at where his legs sat on the bed and realized he was probably taller than me by now. I looked at his face, wanting him to open his eyes. I needed to see them to confirm that he's my Edmund.

I squeezed his hand and he groaned, his eyes fluttering open. He blearily looked at me, blinking several times.

"Susan?" He asked, taking off the breathing mask. I stared into his chocolate brown eyes, seeing the same haunted look that had been in there since he was six and found out what mom meant when she endearingly called him 'Mommy's Little Mistake.'

"Yeah, it's me Ed." I brushed a lock of his dark brown hair out of his face. It was the only trait we shared. He and Peter had nothing in common, but we have this.

"What are doing here? I thought you said you had exams this week." I smiled at him. That's so typical Edmund.

"I finished about an hour ago. That's when I drove here." He blinked again.

"Why?" I was so shocked I dropped his hand. He was gasping for breath, and he held the mask up to his face to inhale the pure oxygen, so he could catch his breath.

"What do you mean why? Why wouldn't I come see my brother?" He shrugged, still breathing in. Dropping the facemask, he responded,

"You didn't come to my birthday party." I stared at him. I thought we understood each other on that. I had really wanted to come to the party that his new parents were throwing for him, to make up for all the birthday parties he'd missed, but I had exams and Edmund said he understood and forgave me. Was he really that hurt by my rejection? He had the facemask up again, breathing deep.

"Ed, I thought you understood why I couldn't come."

"Yeah, the after party for exams." I widened my eyes. Was that really why I missed his party, "So why are you here now? I figured there'd be another party." I brushed another piece of hair away from his eyes, but couldn't look him in the eyes.

"I didn't want you to be alone." He groaned and pressed a button next to him. I heard a small beep and looked around for the source. He chuckled weakly,

"Pain meds. I'd be screaming right now without them." I laughed, and he smiled at me, "Su, I'm not alone. Diggory and Polly are here, and Lucy and Corin probably as well." He got a glazed look in his eyes, that I imagine was from the pain medication,

"I called Peter." His eyes hardened and he glared at me,

"You what?"

"I called Peter. He said he'd try and get off base to come see you." Edmund didn't say anything; he just snapped his breathing mask back on with a groan, leaning back into the sterile white pillows. Then he did something he'd never done before. He turned on his side, with his back to me. Edmund, even when we were little and I forced him into playing prince and princess, has never turned his back to me. I sat stunned for a few seconds, before realizing he probably wanted me to leave. I stood up with tears in my eyes, when I heard him faintly call,

"I doubt Peter will be able to make it." His body shook, like he was sobbing, but I wasn't about to call him out on it. I left the room and slumped down the wall, burying my face in my arms.

Peter's POV

I had just gotten off the phone with Susan. Edmund was in the hospital, another heart attack. She wanted me to come visit him, but I couldn't. I was too ashamed.

How could I say that to him? I still remember the look in his eyes when I told him he deserved to be a ward of the state in critical condition, when I blamed it all on him. He was heartbroken. I remember the look he had given me at Susan's graduation. He hates me. And to think, I'm supposed to be Superman.

"Pevensie!" I heard my sergeant yell from down the hall. I snapped into attention,

"Sir, Yes, Sir."

"At ease. Who was the phone call from? A girl back home?" My sergeant and I got along. He and I had been together since basic and he had worked with my dad for a while.

"No sir. Susan, sir." He chuckled,

"What did little Suzie want?" I frowned when I remembered exactly what it was Susan wanted,

"Edmund's in the hospital sir." Sergeant Glenstorm shook his head,

"Another heart attack?" I forgot who I was talking to for a moment and slumped my shoulders, looking at the floor,

"Yes sir." It was all I could say. Sergeant sighed,

"I would've done something had I known what Andrew was doing to that boy. He didn't deserve that." I flinched. That struck pretty close to home. Not only because I had told Edmund he did deserve it, but also because I knew what was going on and didn't do anything to stop it. I just stood by and held Susan in safety and watched as Edmund was beaten. Susan screamed. Susan wanted to do something. I wouldn't let her. I kept her safe, but forgot Edmund. The only response I could get out was a quiet,

"No sir." The sergeant studied me for a few minutes. I had lost all of my former stance, and was slouching in a most unmilitary way, staring intently at my feet.

"Why don't you take a week and go visit him. I bet he'd be glad to see you."

"Are you sure sir?" I asked, hoping he wasn't sure and that he would order me on base,

"Yes, I am." He told me with a determined nod of his head, "The boy worships you and I bet he needs his hero!" With another nod, he started to walk down the hall. Once he had slammed the door behind him I sunk to the ground, my head in my arms, because Edmund didn't worship me and he certainly, after nine years alone, didn't need me. I wonder if Superman ever had a little brother?

A/n: Well, I go back to school tomorrow so updates might not be as regular. Reviews are appreciated! I thank all of my loveable reviewers. Special thanks to Lady Bolen and VampyKaee! You guys are awesome!