Chapter 14: Fear

Wendy sat next to Peter, still crying.

Peter please wake up, please, She sobbed. Wendy wasn't thinking properly because she was so shocked, she hadn't been this shocked last time he fell because he had the medicine the fairies had. But now there wasn't any medicine and Peter wasn't waking up.

This brought Wendy to think about the medicine. Why couldn't Tinkerbell make anymore medicine, was it some secret? Wendy didn't know, all she knew what that she wanted Peter awake.

Peter, I know you'll wake up, you have to. You always get better, like when everyone thought Hook got to you, no you fought him, just like you can fight the poison. Wendy said to Peter, hoping he would hear her.

He didn't stir. Wendy looked away from him, she couldn't take it. He had woken up sooner than this before.

Suddenly Wendy heard, Wendy looked at Peter, he was opening his eyes slightly.

Wendy shouted.

Peter winced.

Wendy whispered.

Peter didn't answer,he just lay there with his eyes slightly open.

Wendy felt the tears build up in her eyes, Come on, we have to get you to the tree house, she said, sniffing back the tears, and taking Peter's hand.

She held his hand tightly and placed her other hand under his back. Wendy lifted him partly from the ground, placing his arm around her shoulders using their intertwined hands. She placed her arm under his shoulders as well. Peter I promise as soon as we get to the tree house you can rest; but right now you have to help me, try to walk. She pleaded quietly. (Author's Note: Thanks Shauna!)

Peter heard her and tried weakly to walk.

Wendy walked slowly, knowing Peter was weak and ill.

Eventually they got to the tree house, and Wendy walked Peter over to his bed, and sat him down. He immediately collapsed backward, exhausted from the walk to the tree house. Wendy lifted his legs onto the bed, so he lay there.

Wendy didn't know what to do, if the medicine hadn't worked, what would?

Wendy stood there, staring at Peter, Is there anything I can do to help you? She whispered.

She walked over to a seat near Peter's bed, she sat down and stared at him as he lay motionless.

Wendy pulled her knees close to her. She hugged them, scared of what would happen to Peter.

After about an hour of Peter sleeping and Wendy staring at him, Wendy walked over to Peter. She kneeled next to his bed, taking his hand. As she took his hand, she felt how warm he was. She let go of his hand and placed the back of her hand to his forehead, he was growing warmer and warmer.

Wendy backed away from him, thinking what she should do to help him. She thought quickly and ran to get some water for him to drink.

Once she had the water she knelt down next to Peter, lifting his head up a little bit. She tilted the cup as the water filled Peter's mouth, he swallowed it, barely able to keep his head up. Wendy gently lowered his head back onto the bed.

Wendy looked at Peter as sweat began to appear on his forehead and his faced reddened.

Wendy knew what to do. She found a clean, rag next to Peter's bed, she picked it up and placed it on a table. A few of the fairies must've read her mind, because they brought a bowl of cold water to her.

She thanked them and picked up the rag, dipped it in the icy water and rung it out.

Wendy walked over to Peter, placing the rag on his forehead. After a minute she picked it up and walked back over to the bowl, dipping it it once again and ringing most of the water out. Again, Wendy dabbed Peter's cheeks and neck with the cold rag.

Wendy placed the rag on the small table next to Peter's bed. She looked at him, wishing he would just open his eyes. Wendy realized she was about to cry and stopped herself.

Wendy worried the poison was going to effect Peter quickly and didn't want to know what would happen to him next.

Maybe Wendy had thought too fast because she had stood up, only to turn around and find Peter shaking slightly.

Wendy bit her lip, worrying Peter wouldn't survive.

She lay down next to Peter, she stroked his hair. Wendy took his hand, and that's how she fell asleep. Next to Peter, their hands entwined.

Author's Note: I'M SOOOOOO SORRY! I know I haven't updated in a while. I'm a slow writer. I hope it wasn't too short. Once again, sorry. Thanks Shauna! -Pottersweetie