A/N- This is gonna be a long one...
Ok everyone, I'm so sorry about making you wait so long. Things have happened that have prevented me from writing. first off, I lost the notebook in which I write all on my stories. without it, I had no clue what the chapters I was writing were about or the titles. Luckily I found it just yesterday under my bed XD
Then there is school. Grrr. I just started High school as a freshman and the work is really overwhelming. Since I'm in mostly Honors classes and Regents, Its a lot harder.
then there's my Social and Family life. My family life is far from perfect and there have been a ton of personal problems going on. Being just a teenager, my mom said I don't have to deal with it but, It is my family and I do care so I of course got involved.
I really felt like putting the story on Hiatus until I got everything sorted out. but The word Hiatus usually means that the people don't come back to it. Or at least that what most people do.
So once again, I'm really sorry and I'm trying to write a little everyday. Just try to be patient with me. I'll try to write during all my free times in school.
and for being gone for so long, Here is a nice long chapter.
Ok and with that... I own nothing, Except the plot... THATS MINE!
Chapter 5- Worry
"Wendy."
It was all Peter could say. "My Wendy." he said over and over as he had his arms tightly wrapped around her. Wendy weakly wrapped her arms around him. They pulled away and Wendy fell back onto her pillow. Sun spilled into the small hospital room, Once again, Wendy's skin was a beautiful soft pink. Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at Peter adoringly with a weak smile.
"Peter... I-I-" Wendy tried to talk, but every word sounded as if it were a struggle to say. "I just thought you ... forgot me." Fresh tears sprung to Wendy's eyes. Peter quickly wiped them away.
"No Wendy! Never!" Peter rubbed her hand reassuringly. "I would never forget you!"
"But you didn't come back for so long..." Wendy took a deep difficult breath
"What about the window?" Peter asked her. Wendy raised her eyebrow.
"What about it?" She asked.
"It was closed, I tried to open it but... it was locked." Wendy looked truly confused about the whole thing.
"I closed it..." She confessed "I had to close it...there was a terrible draft, but I never locked it."
Wendy rubbed at her throat, feeling a raspy sting. She felt as if she hadn't talked this much in ages. Suddenly her body gave a jerk and she went into a horrible coughing fit. Peter soothingly rubbed her back and let Wendy lean up against him until it was over. Then there was a long silent moment while Wendy recovered.
"Wendy?" Peter said finally breaking the silence. "How did you get so sick?"
Wendy thought back for a second.
"Truth is..." Wendy started off slowly " I don't really know. Ever since I left Neverland... I haven't really been myself."
Peter was glad Wendy was awake but she still didn't look so good.
Wendy put one hand on Peter's shoulder and the other on the bed post. Carefully, she pushed herself up into a standing position. Instantly, her legs collapsed from underneath her as she began to fall forward. Peter rushed to her side and snatched her up before she could hit the floor. Wendy's breathing came in heavy, rapid intervals as she went into another coughing fit. Peter sat with her on the floor until the coughing passed on. The second it stopped, Peter scooped her up and brought her back to bed.
"You know Wendy..." Peter said " Maybe the reason you're sick is because you need Neverland." Wendy took a sip of water while considering what Peter had said.
"Maybe... but that's illogical. Childish even-"
"Come with me Wendy!" Peter grabbed her hand to interrupt her, but Wendy pulled it back.
"Peter I'm sorry but...I can't."
"But... why not?" Peter looked truly heart broken. " You said you haven't been yourself since you left!"
"Yes but I can't just disappear... again." Wendy took a deep breath "I can't put my parents through that."
Peter was disappointed. He didn't understand why Wendy would want to choose her parent over him. Just then, an announcement for the end of visiting hours rang throughout the hospital halls. Peter got up to leave but Wendy tugged at his arms.
"Peter. Promise me you will come back tomorrow." Wendy begged.
"Of course I will, the second the Hopsaple opens!" Wendy smiled at Peter's mispronunciation.
"You truly are a clever boy Peter Pan."
Peter gave her a cocky smile and left.
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That night at Peters underground home, there was wild partying and the most delicious fake feast anyone could imagine.
"Our Wendy's awake!" Nibs and the twins shouted.
'Mother didn't forget us after all!" Slightly yelled
"I knew it all along!" Peter said in a very cocky voice.
"Yeah right! LIAR!" The boys yelled at him
That night was the happiest night of their lives.
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The next day, Peter kept his promise to Wendy and returned to the hospital. John and Michael were there as well and both were ecstatic to see their sister finally awake. After awhile, they both left the room in search of something to eat, and possible snacks to sneak to their sister. When they returned back to the room, they ran in frantically yelling;
"Our parents are here! Peter must get out!" John and Michael fled from the scene, but Peter didn't budge an inch.
"Peter, You must go!" Wendy shouted at him.
"Why?" Peter asked. Wendy didn't have time to explain. She stood up using all her strength and pushed Peter out the door saying
"You can come back once they're gone!" It seemed like Peter had just left when Mary and George stepped through the door.
"Wendy dear! You shouldn't be out of bed in your condition." Mary carefully lead her daughter back to bed and began to dab her face with a towel. Her expression, soft and calm, made Wendy feel at ease to have her mother around. On the other hand, George darlings face was cold and hard, and he kept throwing Wendy disapproving looks.
"Thank you mother." Wendy whispered.
"Darling, why didn't you tell us you were sick?" Mary asked her daughter.
"Well, It didn't really feel like a stomach ache or a cold... I felt like I was missing something, or someone, ever since 'the night' , I guess I made myself sick with sadness." Mary comforted Wendy as she confessed everything. Then George stepped in,
"Well you acted very irresponsibly! You should have taken responsibility for your own health instead of mopping around the bloody house!" George yelled while hovering over her.
"George, please!" Mary begged while trying to cover Wendy's ears, but she heard everything.
"Father! It's not my fault, please!" Wendy defended herself.
"You should have told someone about your health before you go and pass out right in front of my boss!" George wagged his finger at her.
"I-I- Don't remember any of that..." Wendy whispered.
"Well then, " George said "Let me refresh your memory. A very important dinner party and me small talking with my boss. So what happens you ask? I introduce him to you and what do you do? You pass out right in the arms of my boss! Spilling his wine all over his thousand-dollar suit! You could have cost me my job!"
"George! Wendy didn't mean it!" Mary tried to calm him down.
"Father, I was afraid to tell you ! Even if I did, you wouldn't understand!" Tears flowed freely from Wendy's eyes as she tried to reason with her father. Mary dabbed at her daughter's eyes and rubbed her back.
"George, could you leave me and Wendy alone for a second." George obeyed his Wives orders and left in a huff. The two sat there for a second as Mary calmed Wendy down.
"Shhh... It's Ok darling... He didn't mean it..." Wendy wept on her mothers shoulder.
"I'm sorry... I really am... I'm sorry I disappointed father." Wendy sobbed.
"It's Ok, I'm here for you dear. If there is something you want to talk with me about." Mary hugged her daughter one last time before tucking her in and promising to come back next time without her father.
After her mother left, Wendy continued to cry. Peter came into the room looking directly into Wendy's eyes.
"I heard everything." Peter said and ran to his Wendy. They embraced each other and Peter just let Wendy cry on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry I made you leave..." Wendy said through muffled sobs. "I can't let them know about you or Neverland... So many things I'm hiding from them... They can't ever find out about you..." Peter just nodded his head in agreement. For the rest of the day, Peter comforted Wendy.
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Wendy enjoyed Peters company. He came everyday and they sat, talked, and laughed. Every time Mary Darling would come, Peter would quickly run out of the room and hide until she left, George never came up to visit his daughter anymore, since it put to much stress on Wendy. Wendy had her good and bad days. Sometimes she felt so good she would open the window for some air or walk circles around the room.
One day she was feeling so good, Her and Peter sat on the front stoop of the hospital for a few minutes. Then there were her bad days. Day were all she could do was lay in bed and talk with Peter. Most of the time she couldn't make it through the day without at least two or three coughing fits. She seemed to have more bad days then good, But Peter stayed with her, no matter what happened.
This was the way Wendy's life went for two months.
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One day, Peter entered that horrible hospital just like any other day and knocked on Wendy's hospital door. After standing there for a few minutes without an answer, he decided to let himself in.
"Wendy?" He whispered into the dark room. But Wendy was no where to be seen... The room was empty.
SHE WAS GONE! ...
