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IMPORTANT: This chapter is in Edmund's point of view.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.
C. S. Lewis

One month…

The brass door handle twisted and I ever so gently pushed the door open. I shut it behind me while making sure to lock it before I walked over to the large bed. The silk maroon sheets were pulled up to the sleeping females chest. I was satisfied to see her chest move indicating she was at least alive.

However that was not good enough for me. I wanted her more than alive.

I sat on the edge of the bed causing the sheets to ruffle in the process. Her pale pink lips were parted as she breathed slowly in her sleeping state. My own lips pursed as my hand wandered over to her own left hand and I took hold of it carefully. She felt so cold.

Her skin had become pale from being out of the sun for such a long time. She looked like a porcelain doll. Somewhat like the one Lucy had been given when we had first taken our places as Kings and Queens of Narnia.

I remember when she first came into Narnia and her hair had been so short. Now it was almost past her chest in a bundle of loose waves. Had I really missed that much of her life from being such a git? And now there was a chance I would not be able to make new memories with her ever.

"Unity, I beg of you," I mumbled hoarsely. "Please wake up."

With a displeased sigh at the silence that followed my request, I laid down on the bed beside the resting girl. I rested a hand across her waist as my face hit one of the feather down pillows next to her head. I watched as she continued to breathe in silence.

A month had passed since Peter returned to Narnia from the war in Ettinsmoor. Susan, Lucy, and I had waited anxiously at the large open doors of Cair Paravel. The army had been traveling towards the castle for about five minutes and as they drew closer the anticipation I felt made my stomach cramp.

Lucy grabbed onto my arm tightly, "Oh Edmund. How I cannot wait to see Peter and Unity again. It has been so long."

"Indeed it has been quite a long time…" Way too long. After reading Unity's confessions in her letter I had grown short of patience. All I wanted to do was fix any of our past mishaps and kiss her lips for hours. Whether she would let me kiss her for hours or not, I did not care. By Aslan's mane I would do it.

"Imagine eating breakfast together again," she giggled dreamily. I smiled as I recalled the times Unity had grumpily made her way to the table and deliberately ate food from Peter's plate just to irk him.

Susan smiled pleasantly, "It shall be a nice change to have them back again."

"Not to mention a lot louder too," I added. Peter and Unity were quite loud. Especially when together.

Lucy grabbed onto my hand as we saw the distant figure of Peter come into view. I squeezed her warm hand tightly. As Peter drew nearer she let my hand fall to my side and took after him. She threw her arms around his neck and he spun her around. The smile on my face dropped as I noticed the fake grin my brother had on his lips while he hugged Lucy. Lucy. Who could wear such a smile while hugging the happiest thing in Narnia?

He let her embrace go and tugged onto her waist as he pulled her towards Susan and I. Susan eloped him in a delicate hug and I followed after they released one another. Peter gave us all a look of guilt as we stared at him anxiously. He knew what we were waiting for, Unity.

"What is wrong Pete?" asked Susan as she saw his guilty expression fade into one of dread. My stomach cramped even more, this time not out of anticipation, but of fear. We all knew Peter had won the war in Ettinsmoor so that was not what his looks were about.

"Unity?" Lucy butted in with a frown as she looked behind Peter in an attempt to find the girl in question. Her hazel eyes gazed on past Peter and frowned when all she could see were Narnian's beginning there way past us with bows and into Cair Paravel or shuffling around packing away the war equipment. "Where is she?"

Peter's eyes watered turning them into a darker shade of blue than normal, "Unity is badly injured."

"My cordial!" Lucy pulled the vial out of a sac she had tied around her waist. Peter nodded as he ushered us over towards a carriage swiftly. Opening the doors I frowned at the image before me. Unity with a bandage wrapped around her head with noticeable blood stains seeping through.

"She has been unconscious for a long time," stated Peter hoarsely. My eyes analyzed her sickly complexion and the way her breathing came out shakily. She was dying.

I found my voice coming out angrily as I questioned, "What happened to her?"

"I knew I should have changed the placement," Peter babbled on quietly to himself. "None of this would have happened if I had. This is all my bloody fault."

I ignored Peter and watched as Lucy opened the cordial. She parted Unity's lips and poured the healing juice down the young woman's throat. My sister started to unwrap the bandaging and I winced at the gash in her head. If she had died on impact I would not have been surprised. But luckily, it became clear that the fire-flowers were doing their magic as the wound quickly began to heal.

Lucy's hand reached for Unity's cheeks and she shook her head, "She is very cold."

No. Aslan no.

"Unity," called Lucy as she lightly shook her shoulder. "Unity, wake up."

Nothing. The only noticeable difference beside the large gash in her head vanishing was her breathing had returned to a more steady pace.

"She must be in a coma," Susan muttered sadly. "It can heal the wound, but not wake her from sleep."

"There has to be something we can do," I urged becoming easily frenzied at the thought of Unity never being able to kiss me again. "Can't we scare her awake or, or something?"

Anything. Please.

"Edmund," Susan put her hand on my shoulder gently. "I do not believe it works quite like that."

I felt the tears prick in my eyes and turned away from the carriage. With a shaky breath I continued on up the steps of Cair Paravel. I hurriedly made my way to my dormitories. I would not cry for all of Narnia to see.

Shutting the door behind my back I sluggishly made my way over to the bed. Flopping down on my back I stared up at the ceiling. Why did this have to happen now? We were finally going to make everything right. We would finally be happy together.

Susan did not make me go to the coming home feast that night. She sent Lucy to check on me, but I merely shrugged her off in my saddened state. What seemed like hours of my watching my ceiling in a deafening silence I heard my door squeak open once again.

Peter.

I heard his footsteps cross over to my bed and he too fell onto his back beside me. There was a thin gash on his left cheek and a large purple bruise under his jaw on the same side. His eyes were still that same deep blue color from this morning meaning he was still upset.

"Ed," he started softly. "Do you hate me?"

I laughed in spite of the situation, "Of course not."

"She said something to me about it. The placement. Just a little note about it or something," Peter shared with a frustrated glare. "Almost as if it were a little whisper. I didn't listen because it was so passive. You could tell she knew something."

"What do you mean?"

He sighed, "Like she knew something bad were to happen."

I nodded silently. No matter how immature, sarcastic, and unladylike Unity could be she did have a knack for, how do I say it, feeling. She always got this look about her if she knew something were going to end up badly. Like she felt it coming before it happened almost.

"She cares for you a lot you know," Peter stated after a moments silence.

"I know."

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