After running full speed towards home, Peter bounded through the door.
"Susan, help, there was a girl in the castle, and I think she is dying."
"What!" yelled Susan running down the stairs. "We thought you might be hurt, or-or dead when your horse came home without you."
"I don't care, just get down here and help me, NOW!" Susan bounded down the stairs to join Peter. "Help me get her up to a spare room, we can get her some dry clothes, and into a warm bed."
"Alright, I'll go and get some of my things for her." Peter carried her up the stairs and set her gently on the bed while Susan went to get dry clothes. When Susan re-entered the room, she went to right to the girls side to get to work. "Peter, why aren't you wearing a shirt? Oh my god, Peter, you didn't change her into yours did you?"
"Yes, so what if I did."
"Peter, she's a girl!"
"And that shirt might be the difference between a dead girl and a live girl!"
"Yes, but Peter, there may have been a more ethical way to do it! I wouldn't be surprised if she woke up and slapped you!"
"Well, you know what, logically, it seemed like the right thing to do. It's not like I looked or anything, I was just thinking about how if she died, it would be my fault."
"Oh Peter, I'm sorry, I guess I didn't really think about how much was at stake, but you have to admit, it wasn't the most appropriate thing to do."
"I know, but she's alive, at least for now, and what's important is that she stays alive."
"Well, this time you turn around and I'll change her. Actually, you go put on a shirt and I'll change her."
"Alright, oh, and Susan, I think it's best that we don't tell Lucy and Edmund about her until we know if she's going to live or not."
"You think they didn't hear you when you ran in?"
"This is a huge castle, I'm playing off of the hope that they didn't." Peter turned around and left the room. Susan put the dry, warm clothes onto the girl. She noticed that the girl was very thin, and bruised. Her face was pale, and thin, and her brown hair was soaking wet. Peter put on the first shirt he could find, and ran back to the room. He opened the door, and entered, much to Susan's dismay.
"PETER! I'm not done yet!"
"Sorry, I'll go outside and come back in a minute."Peter exited the room, slightly embarrassed.
"Alright, I'm done now. You can come in." Peter re-entered the room, and immediately pulled up a chair next to the bed where the girl lay. Susan walked over to him, and placed her hand on his shoulder. "It's ok, she's safe now, she's going to be all right, we will take care of her, come have something to eat."
"I'm not leaving!" Peter swatted Susan's hand away angrily.
"Peter, you have to eat something, or get some rest!"
"I'll rest here, I don't want to leave her, it's all my fault she's in this situation."
"No its not, how could it possibly be your fault?"
"I didn't check the castle sooner, we brought the summer, and the summer melted the castle, and she's freezing from the water!"
"Peter, if you hadn't come, and gone to war, she would still be the Witch's hostage!"
"Yes, maybe, but at least she'd be alive! I should have checked the castle sooner! I should've been more careful!"
"Peter, you did nothing wrong, you were braver then most people would have been. You stayed, you fought for a place that might have been a dream, you rent into that castle, and you carried her miles and miles to safe place. Even if she dies, you did the best you could."
"If she dies, I didn't do enough to keep her alive, if she dies, I will have failed Narnia, if she dies, I'm going back through the wardrobe, ALONE!"
"Peter, you can't Narnia needs you."
"Narnia doesn't need a murderer."
"You didn't kill anyone! You saved her! She's not going to die, she's stirring!" The girl in the bed stirred, but did not awake. She groaned, but remained in a state of sleep. "Well, if you want to stay here, I'm going to go make sure hat Lucy and Edmund get something to eat. I'll leave you alone for a while."
"Thank you." Susan, left, and Peter rested his head on the foot of her bed, and thought about what to do.