A/N wow that took awhile.. but I'm back and I have the next long awaited chapter. Hope you enjoy it and I'll try to be quicker next time. If I don't update for a while I'm not dead, just lazy.

Sickness of the heart

Aggravation

By the time Peter got to the hospital it was well into the night. 3:15 to be exact. It took him nearly all night to find the place. He got lost twice, had to ask five people for directions, and got more odd stares then he could even count. But worst of all was the fact that he had to walk the whole way, flying was way to risky. The hospital was huge. A dark towering building. Horrible sounds of the sick poured from every window. Finally getting up the nerve to enter, he was faced with the new challenge of finding Wendy in such a huge place. The best bet was to just ask someone.

Asking for help really reminded him why he disappeared to Neverland in the first place…

"Excuse me." Peter approached a neat looking women who sat at a large desk. "Where's Wendy?" The women looked Peter up and don and then gave him yet another strange stare as many adults before him had. Some strange, ragged boy wandering through their town wearing nothing but leaves sewn together into overalls could do that…

"First off lad, Do you know what time it is?" The lady asked. Peter looked utterly confused. In Neverland time wasn't an issue. A whole year can seem like just a day. The whole concept of time still confused him.

"Yes, its night time." Peter said proudly.

"It's 3am, visiting hours are over." the desk lady said. "and secondly, we have a strict dress code. Shirts, pants and shoes are required!" Peters face held a sour expression. It was then that Peter remembered why he loathed adults and their silly rules.

"But I don't have any of that! Please just let me see Wendy!" Peter begged the nurse.

"Listen lad, its very late, so I'll let you spend the night here if you don't hae a proper place to go. I cannot allow you to visit until you have the proper clothes and visiting hours begin at 12 O clock." The desk lady said

"When's that?" Peter asked. The desk lady stood up and pointed to the clock against the wall

"When that small hand gets to the 12." Peter sighed. "you can sleep over there on that cot." The lady pointed to a small hospital bed against the wall. Peter gave up asking and went to lie down. No matter how much he closed his eyes and tried to sleep, his thoughts drifted to Wendy and how alone she must be with no one. Being in this terrible place just reminded Peter of why he left. Everything he hated about this horrible world, But he loved Wendy and would do anything for her. Even stay in the hospital.

Eventually Peter did drift to sleep.

oooooo

"Peter Pan! John its Peter!" Peter opened his blurry eyes and was being stared at by a red headed little boy.

"Peter! What happened to you?" John asked. Peter raised his eyebrow

"What do you mean?" Peter raised an eyebrow, wondering why the two boys were staring him up and down, almost like they were giving him an examination.

"Why are you in a hospital bed?"

"Oh I'm not sick, they let me stay here until 12." Peter looked up at the clock. "Wait! its 12 now! Where's Wendy?"

"We're going to see her now!" Michael said

"Come with us, we'll show you her hospital room." John said Peter got up to follow John and Michael, but was stopped by the lady at the desk.

"Hold it lad, you're not getting in dressed like that!"

"You must let me in! I need to see Wendy!" Peter argued

"I'm sorry but rules are rules." Peter stomped his foot and stormed back to the cot.

"Sorry Peter" Michael said

"Come to our house tonight. We might have something for you to wear." John and Michael continued down the hall to Wendy's room. Peter left the hospital and took to the sky to get back to Neverland.

Once he got back to Neverland, Slightly stood outside the underground home waiting for him.

"So?" Slightly said approaching Peter.

"So what?" Peter asked

"So, did you see Wendy?" Peter flinched at her name. Peter turned away from Slightly and hung his head.

"She's in the ... Hopsickle." Peter let a single tear run down his cheek

"What's that?"

"Its where you go when your sick." Slightly gasped as Peter continued. "but they won't let me see her. They said I need to dress right."

"Then dress right and see her! You can't let your stubbornness stop you" Slightly yelled at him. Aside from Peter, Slightly was second in command. He was strong, intelligent, and a good leader. If anyone had Peter's back, Slightly was that boy. There was a long moment of silence between the two headbutting leaders.

"If I get to see Wendy... I'll do it." Peter said. Slightly visibly brightened up.

"Then what are you waiting for? GO!"

Peter remembered John saying something about being able to help him. That night Peter returned to the Nursery window, this time it was fully propped open as if the boys had been expecting a visitor.

"I need your help." Peter said

"Yes I know. I've got just the thing." John ran to the closet and came out holding a black suit up to Peter. "It may be a bit small, but if you really want to see Wendy then it won't matter." Peter smiled knowing John was right. He sat down at the end of what was Wendy's bed, while John opened all the draws looking for cuffs. Peter smothered his face in Wendy's pillows, letting her sweet scent fill his nose.

"Hey John." Peter said "did you tell Wendy about how I tried to visit. I hope she has not forgotten. Has she forgotten me?" John bit his lip

"Well... I don't know."

"But didn't you tell her? What did she say about me?" Peter stood up and began to try on the clothes

"Wendy was, um... asleep." John said.

"Well..." Peter was having great difficulty getting the shirt over his head. "Why didn't you wake her up and tell her?"

"We can't. Nobody can. She won't wake up. The doctors have tried." Peter frowned as he tried to unbutton the pants, knotting up his fingers in the process.

"So, she didn't even know you were there?"

John shook his head.