A/N ok, my writing is getting lamer and lamer, i am so so so sorry. I am really stressed out right now, i apologize. I just don't know what to do with this story, and i am really open to your ideas, i dont garuntee that i will use them, but please, give me some suggestions. Also, i need some opinions on the character relationships, if you care to comment. I am totally open for criticism, and if some wants to BETA, PLEASE DO! thank you!
Your Author in Training,
Havah
Susan and Peter spent the next 10 minutes explaining everything to Lucy and Edmund. When they finally understood why they weren't told about it right away, Susan got up and took them outside so that Rebecca would not be pestered by four people after having just woken up. She and Peter sat in more silence, both unsure of what to say, and both very relieved that everyone was safe. The silence was finally broken by Rebecca. "I am sorry to have burdened you for so long."
"No, don't worry about it; I am very sorry that I put you in this situation. It's really all my fault," Peter nervously drummed his fingers on his knees, a habit that he had been cursed with for as long as anyone could remember.
"The only situation that you put me in was one where I could be totally safe, I would have died if you hadn't come." Rebecca didn't understand why Peter blamed himself, and she didn't want him to think that any negative aspect of her life was his fault.
"No, it's my fault, I should have checked the castle sooner, I really should've been more diligent about it, I…" Peter stopped mid sentence, not sure where he wanted to go with this, "I'm sorry."
"Peter, I hope that you can understand that none of this is your fault, no one would've thought to check the castle before you did. I'm just lucky that anyone found me at all!" Rebecca tried with all of her strength to make him see that she owed him her life, but he was lost in his own thoughts. "You had no control over what happened, you did what you could, and look at me, I'm alive, you prevailed," Rebecca's words finally seemed to be getting through to Peter, she saw his face soften, but he was still clearly worried. "You need to get some sleep, you look worse then I do."
"I can't just leave you here, you just awoke, you may not totally be out of the woods yet on your health conditions," Peter's concern was touching and gentle.
"Well, at the rate you're going, you are not going to be in the best of health either if you don't at least rest for a little while."
"She's right, you need some rest," said Susan, who had been standing in the doorway for a few seconds waiting for her cue. "I'll stay here with her, you go and get some sleep, I'll come and get you if any of us need anything, or if anything happens. You look terrible." Peter gave in, and exited the room. Susan took his place beside the bed, and began to talk with Rebecca. "So you came through a painting?"
"Yes, but I'm not really sure how it happened, or if I can get back," said Rebecca.
"Well, getting back will be the hard part, I guess that you will have to find a painting of the room in which you were pulled from if you ever wish to return."
"I'm not sure that I really want to go back, but I think that I will living here a very hard thing. Now, if you don't mind me asking, why is it that Peter is blaming himself for my situation?" inquired Rebecca.
"I don't really know, I have never seen him take anything quite this hard. I think he may believe that he will have failed as king if he let someone die, but he is just stressed, and I believe that he is scared"
"Is he going to be all right?"
"Oh, I assume that after a wile he will be fine again. He's growing up, and he's beginning to except more responsibility for his actions, occasionally maybe too much if you know what I mean." Susan and Rebecca kept up with their conversation, diving into things like family, and how things had been before Narnia, while Peter lay awake thinking, unable to sleep.