Chapter 7: Wendy's POV

As Peter runs to class with me in his back, I can't help but giggle. "Peter! Slow down, your going to trip!" I manage to get that out before I'm hit with another giggle fit. It's like they just keep coming!

Peter starts to jump as he runs. "Ahh! Peter, your going to trip on over your feet because of your weight! At the speed we're going the velocity could break your nose! AND MINE TOO!" I scream at him.

He just laughs, "Ha, as if the mighty Peter Pan could fall! And you weigh a lot too."

How dare he! "I don't weigh half as much as you! You weigh like two-hundred fifty pounds!" I scoff. Peter and his big ego. That'll get his into trouble one day but for now, I just want to enjoy his company.

I rest my head on Peter's shoulder. We are running by a patch of grass and I notice Peter itching to it. He looks back at me with a devilish grin. "Peter, don't you dare! If you-"

It was too late. Before I could utter any more words, Peter flips me to his front side and cradles me from the crash. I can hear him laughing as we roll across the grass. I know he's fine but he was still going pretty fast. When we come to a stop, Peter is on top of me and I'm still craddled in his arms.

"Peter!" I say while giggling. "I told you we were gonna fall. And now I'm gonna have messed up curls and grassy hair. It took me and hour to get ready and you messed it up." I put on my best pouty face and pretend to start to cry.

"I really tried to look pretty for the first day of school and make a good first impression for the professors. So I could get a scholarship to NYU. What if you ruined my chance at getting into a good school because you like me to have messy hair."

Peter uncradles me and looks me in the eye. "You could get into any school you want to without even applying for it. Your that smart. As for your hair, why would you want to impress a professor when the only person you need to impress is me, hmm?"

He gives me that boyish grin and leans down. For a second I'm scared he's trying to kiss me. But he closes his eyes and rubs his nose with mine. I close my eyes and listen. Listen to the blade of grass and Peter's breathing.

Im about to pull away when I get a tingling sensation throughout my whole body. In the blink of an eye, the sensation forms all of itself into the center of my chest. It starts to get bigger, and it starts to burn. "Peter, there's something in my chest. AHHH," it shoots pain waves throughout my whole body and I scream.

"Wendy, what's going on."

"I DON'T KNOW! PETER, IT HURTS!" The pain increases and it get hotter and hotter. I start screaming and kicking.

Peter gets off me and puts a hand on my forehead. "Wendy, you're burning up. What did you eat this morning?" His voice is calm but concerned and completely not helping.

"PETER, GET ME TO THE INFIRMARY. NOW!"

Peter bends down and scoops me into his arms bridal style. He breaks out into a run for the infirmary. As he keeps running, I throw my arms around his neck. I start to shake uncontrollably and I scream out again. The pain keeps building up and I scream some more. I close my eyes and try not to think about the pain.

Peter reaches the infirmary and kicks the door open. "I need help!" He yells.

The school nurse runs over as another wave of pain goes through my body. I scream and kick and I feel tears pouring down my face.

"Lisa, get over here! She's unstable and needs to be sterilized!" I hear the nurse yell. The pull a stretcher over and Peter reluctantly puts me down. I scream again and lash out. They start to move me down the halls and I scream, not from pain, but from being separated from Peter.

"PETER! NO," I yell at he nurses, "I NEED PETER!"

"WENDY!" I hear two male nurses holding back Peter as he struggle to get loose. "NO! I'M NOT LEAVING HER!"

"Shh," the nurse tells me, "we have you. He can come when you are stable." As the keep running me to who knows where they put this thing over my mouth and nose that feels rubbery and smooth.

I start to breath in this weird air. Very slowly, the pain starts to ebb away. I get light headed and feel dizzy. No, they are trying to put me to sleep. I NEED PETER!

"Peter..." I manage to get out. My eyelids get heavier and heavier. I start to feel... light. My vision gets blurry and my eyes start to hurt. Would it really be that bad if I, I don't know, closed my eyes...

Everything is black. I hear talking in the background. I hear a name. It sounds like Wendy.

I hear a deep but soft male voice in the background. "When will she wake?" He asks.

He sounds really worried. He must care about this girl a lot. They have this conversation about how they don't know when this girl Wendy will wake and how this boy who's name is supposedly Peter needs to go to class.

I feel really bad for this kid. I mean, it almost sounds like he loves her. And I know love is a sad thing. Wait, how do I know that.

Images of knives and plates being thrown at me run through my mind and I inwardly cringe. That's how I know. I've been in love before...

My mind starts to go fuzzy and I give into the succumbing darkness.

The next time I'm aware of what is happening I hear more words about Wendy. I mean, can't they talk about anything other then Wendy. They keep talking about her until I hear that deep voice enter the room.

"You need to get to class. I have a free period so I'll stay with her." They finally leave but they touch my hand and a few kiss my forehead.

The person with the soft, deep voice stops moving and stays on one side of me. He takes my hand in his and kisses it. His lips are soft and warm but leave me too soon. For some reason I feel drawn to him. Like he is the air I need to breathe.

"Wendy, please come back to me. I need you here. I don't know how much longer I can do this without you. I love you and I don't want to loose my best friend."

He loves me. He loves me...HE LOVES ME! That's what I felt. Love. Towards this person. And I'm this Wendy they keep talking about.

Memories of my life come back to me at lightning speed until they stop on one.

I see me and Peter I'm a boat. It was my sixteenth birthday and Peter and I snuck out at two in the morning. Peter rented a boat and taught me how to fish. We went on the boat and fished until six.

We parked our boat on a shore and laid down on the grass. We looked at the constellations and talked.

At one point we started talking about how boys were not stronger and Peter told me to prove it so I tackled him. He ended up winning because of his weight and size.

Peter was on top of me and we just looked into each other's eyes for hours on end. It turned out we looked at each other for only five minutes, but it felt like much longer. I noticed Peter look at my lips. So I very slowlystarted to bring my head up to his. He got the hint and leaned in.

We both closed our eyes and were about to kiss when my phone went off and I screamed. Peter looked at me in alarm before we both started laughing. My mom called to yell at me for sneaking out.

When the memory ended, my senses started to come back to me. I felt Peter's hand on mine. I smelled the chemicals in the air and I heard Peter's heavy breathing. I tried to take a deep breath but failed. I started a coughing fit and threw my arms around myself.

"Wendy! Are you okay?"

Once I stopped coughing I opened my eyes. After a minute, they finally focused back in. I looked around the room. When I tried to sit up, I found that I couldn't. I looked down and leather straps were keeping me down. I looked back at Peter and took in his appearance.

Peter's eyes were red and glassy. His hair was messier than usual and his shirt has grass stains. He looked truly broken.

"Peter, why am I strapped down. And why do you look..." I looked around me at where I was. I was in a hospital. "Peter," I started to grow worried. "Why am I here?"

"Wendy, they had to knock you out. You were lashing and kicking everyone and eveything. I wasn't aloud near you until you were stable." Peter said and looked at me sadly. I reached out to touch him but he backed away.

"Peter, what aren't you telling me." I say slowly.

He looks back at me and he lets a tear fall down his cheek. "Wendy, the reason you were in all this pain is because of me. We can't touch anymore. No hand holding, no hugs, no... no kissing. We can't do anything for a week. So I need to stay away from you for a week until they clear you."

Peter broke down crying and started to walk out of the room. "Peter, please!" He turned around and shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Wendy..."