"Edmund!" I heard the girls cry as they rushed forwards. I knelt down to him. Susan, Lucy, and even Caspian crowded around. His face was pale, he had a small fever, and his breathing was irregular. What happened?

"Edmund, wake up!" I yelled softly at him. Surprisingly, a chocolate brown eye found my gaze. I sighed out of relief, sure I was still a little mad at him but he's my brother.

"What?" He asked weakly.

"Ed, what happened?" Susan questioned. I looked at her then to Ed. He looked terribly confused.

"I don't, well one minute I was standing fighting with Peter, and then I'm here." He said slowly. Edmund looked around the area before shakily standing up.

"I suppose we could finish this later." He mumbled before leaving the room. Susan and Lucy hurried after him. I went to go sit by myself, and then Susan came up to me.

"How is he?" I asked as she sat down next to me.

"Resting, but he complained of stomach ache, well stomach pain." She informed me. I looked at her.

"What was he going to say?" I ask her. I saw pain form in her now misty eyes as memories upset her mind.

"You don't remember, do you? Lucy doesn't even know." She said. I turned to her.

"Tell me." I ordered her. She sighed.

"Peter, you weren't yourself. One day, you got so mad, you went drinking. You drank so much Peter! Edmund, well, he was still upset that you didn't want to spend time with us, but he went to bring you home. When you got home you were mad that he took you away from there, and" She stopped to wipe away her tears.

"And?" I asked my heart was pounding. I didn't remember this at all!

"Well, you took your anger out on Edmund. At first you just yelled. But Oh, Peter his face! He broke. I don't think even he realized how many tears were on his face!" She stopped again to wipe away more tears. I've never seen Susan lose it like this before.

"What did I say?" I asked, although I never really wanted to know.

"You called him a traitor, and that he deserved to die. You told him you hated him. But when that still didn't get to him, which it really did Peter, it really did, you. Oh Peter!" She started to sob. I took her chin and tilted it upwards. I looked her in the eyes.

"What happened?" I growled. Why won't she tell me?

"Peter, you hit him. You hit him so much, that someone had to call the medics. He fell down the stairs, and he hit the wall so hard! He was in their care for two days, and then bedridden in the house for a week! But Peter, he didn't do anything to stop you. He didn't dodge or call for help. He said that you needed it, and that he wouldn't hold it over you." Susan sobbed. I was disgusted in myself. I had done that! And to my little brother! Then, I turned and threw up. I did that to my little brother? I felt someone rubbing my back, but I blacked out instead.

When I woke, I tried to avoid Edmund, even when he came searching for me. I still snuck out in the middle of the night to find him in the bushes. Ed had many blackouts after the incident. No one but Susan and I noticed him growing weaker and weaker. I was really worried and ashamed. I needed to talk with him. I was walking through the How when I saw him sitting against the wall reading. Taking a deep breath, I walked up to him.

"Where'd you get that book?" I asked trying to start a conversation. He slowly looked at me and smiled a weary smile. He was so weak. It really twisted my heart.

"It was in my bag, when we came." He replied. I sat down next to him, and I saw him tense a bit. It shot a feeling of guilt through me. After a moment he relaxed.

"What's it about?" I asked motioning to the book in his lap. I really didn't care about the book, but I wanted to talk with Edmund. I had to set this straight. I haven't a good talk with him in such a long time.

"It's about laws and outcomes." He said with a small twinkle in his eyes. Of course, that's our Just King for you.

"Well, that sounds interesting." I said. He smirked at me. It made me almost smile.

"Yeah, but you couldn't understand it, could you?" Edmund said happily. I glanced at the page. I could hear Edmund laugh to himself.

"You're right, Ed. I can't read a simple paragraph!" I said astounded. I took another deep breath and turned to him.

"Susan told me what I did to you. I'm so sorry." I whispered. His eyes darkened a bit. My heart dropped at the sudden mood change.

"It was nothing." He mumbled.

"She told me I hit you, and you didn't do anything. Why?" I asked him. He sighed and closed the book.

"Peter, you really needed it. I could tell. It really doesn't matter." I could tell he didn't want to talk about it, but I needed to.

"What went through your mind at the time? Tell me." I insisted. He gave another sigh.

"Honestly, I was wondering why. Why all this happened. What made you so upset? We all left. We all loved it there. Why were you so upset, that you couldn't even come and tell us? I was wondering why it hurt so much for me to think about Narnia. I was wondering why I felt better when you hit me. I really don't know anymore." He muttered brokenly. I grabbed him and pulled him into a hug. He returned it right away. He cried again, and I did too.

"I'm so so so so sorry!" I told him over and over. He shook his head.

"It's fine." He said to me. When he had stopped I was still sobbing, so he held me. After I had calmed down I noticed his arms shaking.

"You alright?" I asked him still looking at his arms. He nodded.

"Yes, right now anyway." He mumbled. He turned and lifted his head to look at me. He slightly frowned when he saw my face.

"Peter, don't give me that look." He told me. I looked down.

"Sorry, I-" Edmund's hand came over my mouth.

"Stop saying you're sorry. The past is the past, what is done is done." He told me. I sighed.

"Say, Ed. Do you have any idea as of why you keep blacking out?" I asked him. I saw a flicker of sadness come across his face.

"No, sorry Pete. Haven't got a clue." Ed whispered. He laid himself down and put his head on my lap. I turned his head, so he could look at the ceiling and me. I took my hand and placed it on my brother's forehead. It was a bit too warm.

"You have a fever." I told him. He snuggled closer to me.

"So?" He mumbled.

"Why did you forgive me?" I asked him. He rolled his eyes.

"You forgave me." Edmund said simply.

"But you didn't hit me, or act so mean! You even said sorry to me!" I would have continued but with the look on Ed's face I had to stop.

"No, but I betrayed you. I deserved to die on the stone table or in the battle. The scar will remind me of that everyday, for the rest of my life. I don't need you to as well. I forgive you, and that's that." He declared. His eyes hardened.

"Ed, what's wrong?" I asked him.

"That's what I see when I black out." He told me. I stare at him.

"The White Witch, smirking at me."

Wow, that was really long. Way longer than I intended, but yay. They're talking things out. That's good :) Read and Review. Thanks