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.:Pinpoints of Light:.
By Sentimental Star
Chapter XIII
26. Sleeping
/They used to be so little,/ Peter thinks quietly, playing with Edmund's motionless, clammy fingers as he remembers a time when a tiny hand rested on his much too big chest. /They are almost the same size as mine now./
Edmund just moans and rolls over in his sleep. Shivering.
27. Waking
"You're awake!" that is the grateful cry that brings Susan and Lucy running into their younger brother's sickroom the next morning.
Greeted thus by an undeniably tearful big brother, Edmund's face flames. With a huff of embarrassed irritation, he half-heartedly pushes Peter away from him as he struggles to sit up (considering he can do little else after two weeks of flu-induced bed-rest). "Of course I am, you great ninny!"
Peter falls back in his chair, smiling senselessly and trying in vain to stop the tears from streaming down his cheeks, leaving Edmund to stare at him in complete disbelief for a grand total of three seconds, before the younger king groans and throws an arm clumsily around his neck.
Peter's strangled laugh as he is awkwardly pulled against Edmund makes every bit of embarrassment worth it.
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