The Lion The Wizard and The Wardrobe
Chapter 8
Will tossed and turned in his bed.
Something was wrong, very wrong, he could feel it.
He sat up and put on his coat, maybe some hot cocoa would calm his nerves.
He went downstairs and had just lit a fire in the hearth when he heard some come down the stairs.
"Couldn't sleep either?"
Will turned to see Lucy standing in the door way with a blanket wrapped around her.
Will looked down and shook his head with a small smile on his face.
Lucy smiled at him and came down and sat next to him to watch as he made the hot cocoa.
After he had each poured them a cup, he and Lucy went and sat out on the front steps.
It was a clear night and the moon and stars were bright.
They both sat in silent, enjoying the peaceful night.
Lucy was just beginning to dose off when there was a rustling in the bushes to their right.
Lucy, suddenly wide awake, stiffened and grabbed Will's arm.
Will had heard it too and began to stand up slowly, standing in front of Lucy.
Suddenly a woman stumbled out of the bushes and fell about ten feet in front of them, unconscious.
Before Will could stop her, Lucy had rushed over and knelt down next to the woman.
Lucy saw that the woman had cuts and bruises all over her body and her face was flushed and her breath shallow.
Lucy bent over her and felt the woman's forehead and gasped at the heat emitting from her.
"Will! She had a high fever! We must get inside at once."
By then Will had come over and stood next to Lucy (he had been checking the surrounding area for anything out of the ordinary just incase it had been a trap).
Now Will looked down at the woman and he gasped at the familiar face.
"Mother!" he gasped out, falling to his knees.
Lucy gasped as well, and then jumped up and ran into the cottage.
Will looked at his mother.
Her once beautiful, silky black hair, was tangled, dirty and you could make out dry blood in certain areas.
She had cuts and bruises all over her body, some of them newly made.
"Oh mother, what have they done to you?" he whispered his voice cracking.
There was a noise from behind him and he turned to see Lucy walking a quickly as she could in her condition towards him with Peter following.
Peter picked up Will's mother and brought her inside.
Lucy knelt down next to Will, helped him to his feet and began leading him into the cottage, up the stairs and into his bedroom.
Will tried to protest.
"But-my mother..."
Lucy smiled, "Don't worry, I'll take care of her. Get some rest."
As Lucy left the room, Will found himself falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Lucy smiled as she walked towards her room.
But her smile faded as she entered as saw Will's mother.
Lucy had been prison for only two weeks and she had barely survived, she couldn't imagine being there for five years, Will's mother had survived.
But would she survive the fever?
Lucy shook that thought out of her mind.
Right now she needed to tend to Will's mother and try and get rid of the fever.
First Lucy placed a cool clothe on the woman's forehead to try and cool her down.
Then Lucy began tending to the woman's injuries.
During the time that Lucy had cleaned and bandaged all the woman's injuries, she had changed the cloth twice and it didn't seem to be working.
Lucy then placed a clothe on the woman's forehead and another on the back of her neck.
Lucy then placed a light blanket over her and sat down in a chair neck to the bed.
Lucy continued replacing the clothes every five minutes, then every ten minutes and soon Will's mother's fever had gone down and she became stable.
Lucy sighed and relief and felt a sudden wave of exhaustion wash over, she fell back onto the chair and fell asleep.
It was an hour later that Will entered the room to find his mother now peacefully sleeping and Lucy who was also sleeping, in a chair next to the bed.
He smiled at Lucy's sleeping form; she looked exhausted.
He went over to Lucy and picked her up.
'She's so light' he thought with a surprised smile.
But then again she hadn't been given much to eat for a while and she had just started having full meals again.
Her face was slightly sunken in but she still looked like an Angel.
Will stopped in mid-thought and shook his head.
Where had that come from?
Will just shook his head again and began to walk towards his room.
Once he reached his room and laid her down on his bed and tucked her in.
Lucy shifted to her side and some of her golden hair fell in front of her face; and without thinking, he brushed the hair out of her face and kissed her forehead.
"Sleep well." He whispered as he left the room.
He paused as he closed the door behind and smiled.
"Was she up all night?"
Will jumped and turned.
There was Peter and Edmund standing there.
Will nodded.
Edmund shook his head, "That's Lucy for you, always saving the day."
Peter nodded.
"Too bad she didn't have her cordial with her or she would have cured your mother in no time."
Will and Edmund nodded in agreement.
Edmund turned to Will.
"How is your mother doing?"
They all turned and looked over at the bedroom that held Will's sleeping mother.
Will smiled.
"She's doing fine, besides all the cuts and bruises, her fever is gone and her breathing has gone back to normal. I just hope she wakes up soon."
(A.N Yay! Chapter 8!! I told you Id have it up fast!! Ha! Only one day apart!!! Well R&R and let me know what you think!!! Chapter nine is coming soon!!!)