Hey, this one is up quicker than I thought.
Though, it's not the best written, I just wanted to put another one up.
I hope you enjoy it anyway.
Disclaim-narnia isn't mine.
Susan slowly and quietly stepped into the room where Peter was. She didn't even take note of the lavishly decorated surroundings; she was too focused on the labored breaths of her brother across the room. "Oh no," she said to herself, pausing momentarily before she felt Jacob push her forward slightly.
"Just go ahead," he urged her. "And if you need someone's hand to hold, I'm here," he told her.
Susan didn't see it, but Leah nudged Jacob from behind and whispered in his ear, "She is the queen, Jacob."
"Sue?" Peter's weakened voice sounded as Susan came over to his bedside.
She took his hand, but found it hard to speak with she saw his pale face, pain written all over it. "I'm here, Peter." He smiled slightly, closing his eyes and trying to take a deep breath, but failing and inhaling sharply from the effort. "Peter?" Susan exclaimed, worried from her brother's obvious display of discomfort. "Are you alright?"
"M'fine," he muttered, trying to push himself into an upright position. The blanket that was pulled over him slipped down, revealing a bare chest with a thick white strip of material wrapped around him. Susan's eyes widened as she started to push Peter back down to the mattress.
Simultaneously, Leah made her way over to the bed and in a flash, pulled out a dagger and cut Peter's bandages. As they fell away from him, a patch of mottled bruises was revealed on his side. "Fine, huh?" Leah said, looking at him curiously.
Susan then reached out for Jacob's hand and Peter admitted, "The pirate scored a lucky hit, that's all."
Leah rolled her eyes. "Yes, two broken ribs, three slices, and a horrible looking patch of bruises and it was just a lucky hit," she said sarcastically.
Jacob interceded. "Leah, leave him alone. He needs some rest."
"Yes sir, Jake," she sighed, stomping away toward the door. Leah wasn't one to make situations seem better than they actually were.
Jacob just shook his head, taking a step closer to Peter. "I'll get someone to rewrap those so that you can get some rest, sire," he said.
"Thank you," Peter said graciously, and then addressed Susan, whose eyes were brimming with tears. "Don't worry, Sue. I'll be just fine. I'm lucky that this was all that happened to me during the fight."
She smiled, and leaned down to kiss his head. "You're right. Just get some rest. I'll be back when you wake up." With one last tentative smile in his direction, Susan fled from the room, towing Jacob behind her. His hand was loosing feeling from Susan's iron grip, and he gently pulled it away, moving it around to get the feeling back. Leaning against the wall right outside the door, Susan no longer restrained her emotions. She let the tears run down her face, and they quickly turned into sobs.
Unsure of how to react, Jacob pulled her away from the wood and she collapsed into his arms. He held her tight, letting her cry on his shoulder. "He'll be fine," Jacob encouraged as he gently caressed her hair.
"I haven't seen any of my family look that bad since Edmund almost died," she cried. "I almost lost him, I can't lose Peter."
"You won't, I promise," Jacob soothed. "We'll take good care of him."
Buried in him strong shoulder, Susan eventually calmed down. "I'm sorry, Jacob" she apologized self-consciously, wiping the wet tears from her face.
Jacob smiled a gorgeous grin that took up his whole face, his dark eyes lighting up. "Call me Jake."
Aw. Something brewing? Wait and find out:)
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Love, Izzy.