Disclaimer: nope, don't own them. I would like to thank elecktrum for helping and for beta-ing this story. Thank you for being my beta and for pushing me to do better!
Voices swirled around Edmund as he awoke dazed and in a pain-induced fog of confusion. Where was he? Who were these people? What were they talking about? And where were his siblings?
He tried to shift position but a pair of hands pushed him back. "Easy son, try to stay still," commanded a man's comforting voice.
He managed to open his eyes only to have a light so bright and dazzling fill his vision that he winced and shut them again. The smell of antiseptics was almost overpowering and even the voices and footsteps in the room sounded weird and echoing. He could tell he was on a table of some sort, and being unable to see frightened him.
"Where am I?" he rasped, his throat dry.
"You're in Mercy Memorial, son. I'm Dr. Hill. There was an accident at the railway station and your legs have been injured. I'm going to perform surgery to repair some of the damage. Don't worry, you're in good hands."
"Where's Peter, my brother?" he asked desperately. But he did not get his answer for a mask was then placed over Edmund's face and a different voice told him to breathe deeply. The last thing that went through his mind as he succumbed to the anesthesia was, "Great Lion, watch over me."
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