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Chapter 8- Peter and Edmund (again)

Edmund had been feeling strange the whole day. He was tired despite having had a good nights sleep, he felt quite weak, and couldn't concentrate on anything. More than once he faced the wrath of his and Peter's etiquette teacher, who had been none too pleased at his lack on concentration in class. Edmund found himself sitting slouched on his seat at dinner, pushing around the food on his plate.

"Edmund. Stop slouching and sit up straight, please," Susan admonished him. Edmund tried, he really did, but he just felt so tired. His back straightened for a few seconds, then drooped again. Susan huffed impatiently, then turned to speak to Lucy. Peter leaned forward, eyes fixed worriedly on Edmund.

"Ed, are you feeling alright? You've been rather out of it the whole day."

Edmund forced a smile.

"I'm fine, Pete. Just feel a bit, you know." He chuckled nervously. Peter didn't look any more relieved, but let the matter lie.

Edmund returned to pushing his food around his plate. His vision blurred slightly, and his gripped the table more tightly to stay focused. With a loud scrape he pushed his chair back, to the surprise of his siblings.

" I'm just gonna go to bed… feel sleepy," he muttered before heading to his sleeping chambers. He had made it about halfway before the dizziness returned, forcing him to lean against the wall to regain his focus. He took one more step before his stomach lurched, and he fell to the ground. However, instead of meeting the hard ground as he expected, he fell into a pair of arms. Edmund raised his eyes to his saviour. It was Peter.

Peter grunted slightly as he picked up Edmund, who was quite tall now. He headed the same way Edmund had been going; towards Edmund's sleeping quarters. Edmund gripped Peter's tunic with shaky hands.

"Peter, put me down. M' fine." He said in what he believed to be a convincing tone. Peter merely snorted and kept walking.

"You're lucky I suspected something was wrong Ed. Otherwise you would have face planted straight into the stone floor. Would have dented that pretty little nose quite a bit," Peter said as they walked down a hallway.

"As if," Edmund replied, tired. His head slightly lolled before shooting back up again, determined to prove that he was fine.

"So what is it, Ed? You feel sick?" Peter struggled to push open the door to Edmund's bedroom. Edmund sigh.

"I don't know. I've been feeling a bit strange the whole day." He decided to give up trying to lie and come clean.

"I found it hard to concentrate, and my head hurt, and my stomach feels funny…" Edmund winced at the sound of his voice, which had begun to whine. Great, just what he needed. Peter lay Edmund down on the bed before going to the table to light some candles. Edmund rolled over, his face pressed against the nice soft sheets on his bed. He gave out a satisfied sigh, which resulted in Peter turning to look at him. Edmund blushed slightly before kicking of his shoes and socks. Peter finished lighting the candles, and brought one over to the bedside table. He then turned to Edmund, and placed a hand on his forehead.

"Hmm… bit hot, Ed."

"Aren't I just?" Edmund replied, trying to lighten the mood. Peter scoffed.

"You wish."

Peter turned to go, then turned back.

"Are you hungry?" Edmund considered this before nodding his head.

"A bit. I didn't really eat my dinner."
"Yeah, I saw. Well, I think maybe you can't stomach solid food, but maybe some soup…" Peter began muttering to himself as he tugged the sheets over Edmund, tucking his in. Edmund felt his eyelids begin to droop.

As Peter turned to go, Edmund stopped him.

"Hey Peter. Thanks. You know, for…."

Peter smiled.

"No problem."

The next morning…

Edmund groaned as the sunlight streamed into his room, or more importantly, straight into his face. He pulled his pillow from behind his head and placed it on his face to cover the light. Unfortunately, this prevented him from breathing, so after about 30 seconds, he had to remove the pillow and breathe in the oxygen around him. He heard a light chuckle from somewhere in his room, and moved the pillow away from his line of vision to reveal Peter curled up in an armchair by his bed.

"Did you stay here the whole night?" Edmund asked in disbelief. Peter merely shrugged. Edmund could tell he had though; from the slight bags under his eyes, and his position in the chair- it was a sleeping position. His musings were interrupted by Peter letting out a giant yawn, which of course made Edmund yawn, resulting in the two yawning together. Peter stretched before getting up from the chair. He let out a slight groan, then attempted to stretch his cramped muscles. Edmund watched.

"You know Pete, you shouldn't have slept in something so small. Oreius won't be too happy about you lack of stretching your muscles…"

"Shut up Ed."

Edmund grinned at the expression on Peter's face.

"Are you feeling any better?" Peter asked him. Edmund decided to milk the situation a bit.

"Mmm, not really. I feel a bit sick still, you know… I don't think I could make it to training today," Edmund said, feeling that he was quite convincing. Peter just stared at him for a bit before turning to go.

"Nice try Ed," he called over his shoulder, leaving behind a younger brother who cursed the talent of his older sibling to know when he was lying.

A/N- another Peter and Edmund story… I don't know if you guys like this, but I'm feeling a bit sick at the moment, so I decided to let a character suffer with me. Review please!