Disclaimer: I do not own Narnia Edmund, Peter or anything that's C.S. Lewis's.

To my dear readers:

I'm sorry I've delayed posting this chapter for so long. I though I had nothing to post as I had lost my imagination for the next chapter. But then I found this.

I'd like to thank Electrum for her wonderfull beta-work and for all the help my friends at thelionscall have given me.

There was a comfortable bed beneath him and soft sheets covering him. Pain surged from his legs as he tried to shift position, faintly echoed by a pain in his arm from an IV. Slowly Edmund opened his eyes only to see a blur. He blinked and tried again and his vision cleared somewhat. His room was mostly quiet except for the sound of the wind whistling outside his window and the sounds drifting in from the hall. Then he heard a familiar voice outside the door.

"His right leg was crushed. There was some minimal injury to his other leg as well. I've done all I can, but he may walk with a slight limp even after therapy. He'll be off his feet for months."

"Thank you, Doctor Hill," he heard his older sister say. With stately poise that reminded him of the Gentle Queen that once ruled Narnia by her siblings' side, she entered the room. She wearily sank down upon in a chair beside his bed before she realized that he had roused.

"Ed, you're finally awake!" she exclaimed, trying to keep control of herself yet wanting desperately to dance like a young girl. "How do you feel?" she asked, concern for him mingled with relief that his injuries were no worse.

"Horrible." He was not surprised to see Susan lean closer, for his voice was raspy and faint despite his best efforts.

"How is Peter?"

"He's been injured, but he's being given something for his injuries and should be on the mend soon."

"And Lucy?"

"She's fine; she escaped with only a broken arm."

"Thank The Lion. How is Peter, really Su?" he insisted, slightly irritated.

"You should get some sleep, Ed. I'll call a nurse; maybe they can give you something for the pain."

"Su, wait," he said, grabbing Susan's hand as she turned to leave. "I can stand it a little longer, just tell me what really happened to Peter. Please?"

"Alright," she said with a reluctant sigh. As she sat down he saw her setting her jaw and steeling herself to tell him the news.

Without realizing it, his jaw also tightened. He could see it now; Susan would tell him through her tears that Peter might not make it. That he had been crushed underneath one of the cars. And Edmund felt as if part of his heart had been ripped out.

"He was found pinned down by the wreckage of a rail car, unconscious. His back was broken and he has some internal injuries. He didn't wake up for a long time. Lu and I were afraid that he would… He's doing much better now."

Silence filled the air. Edmund finally released the breath he been holding.

"He isn't crippled, is he?" he whispered.

"I…I don't know,"

"And you?"

"I'm fine, just bruised. Go back to sleep. I'll go call one of the nurses." Giving him a peck on the cheek, she stole softly out of the room as he slipped back into slumber.

Dearest Readers: Constructive Criti to help me improve is enjoyed. Please point out any spelling/grammer problems you see, otherwise please pardon them. I appolgise for the delay and short chapter