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The two boys walked through town together talking about normal things brothers would share with each other. "Is there anyone you fancy, Peter?" he asked balancing himself along the sidewalk.
"I'm afraid I haven't been looking—and do be careful Ed. I can't have you getting hurt." Peter watched his brother intensely, ready to spring into action at any moment if needed.
"Oh Pete, you should really quit your fussing. I'm a big boy," he said with mirth.
"Yes, but you do need your big brother," commented Peter, with all seriousness.
Edmund stopped in the front of the old antique store."You stay here, I'll be right back." He walked in before he could say anything to protest.
A few minutes later Edmund walled out with a small bag in his hand.
"What you got there Ed?" Peter askedas he ran over to Edmund, flung his arms around and took the bag. Edmund went after it. Peter smirked and began to tickle Edmund in the alleyway.
"Peter, stop!" Edmund gasped between laughs.
"Not until you surrender," Peter teased.
Edmund's side began to burn—an sensation he knew too well. "Peter please stop it hurts."
Edmund then felt a bolt of pain shoot through his body, causing him to cringe and let out an ear piercing cry. Peter stopped immediately as he saw Edmund eyes roll into the back of his head and then felt the boy's body go limp against his own.
"Edmund, are you alright?" No answer came from the lifeless body. "Ed, please don't do this to me. Come on wake up!" Peter cried shaking him. "Please Eddy just open your eyes." He then saw a red substance seeping through his sweater. He quickly lowered Edmund to the ground putting his hands over the wound in attempt to stop the bleeding; he knew then his worst fears had come true—Aslan warned him, although he was not ready. Edmund arched his back and let out another cry followed by a whimper.
"Help!" Peter screamed frantically at the by passers. Many people began to crowd around the boys watching the scene unfold. A man came and knelt down beside Peter.
"How long has been unconscious sport?" the man asked reaching out to check Edmunds pulse.
"Couple of minutes." Peter replied as he took off his sweater using it for laid his head against Edmund's shoulder, not caring if it made him look weak. "You're going to be alright. I love you, Eddy. Be strong you will make it through." He turned to the man. "He will make it, right?"
The man nodded as a horn honked. The people cleared away as another person who the good simatartin knew drove. He left his car and opened a passenger door. Then the two men lifted Edmund and placed him in the backseat. Afterwards they told Peter to get in and have Edmund's head lay on his lap.
It was a short ride to the hospital. The driver stopped at the entrance letting the other man and Peter get out. The two took hold of Edmund entering the main doors. The nurses were quick to see the sight: one went for a wheelbench as the other rushed to find more help. It took no time for the one to come back reliving Peter and the man of their carry.
Peter caught a look of her slightly overwhelmed eyes. Although he knew she has probably seen much since soldiers would come and go all the time. It was the fact Peter was not ready to hear the words, "Please wait here."
In only a blink Edmund was gone. Peter stood in the main hall alone with blood on his hands in shock. Another nurse and the man who helped him noticed right away.
"Let's get you cleaned up," she assured, leading him in the opposite direction with the man fallowing behind. They moved to a sink where Peter then washed the blood away. His hands and arms were clean, however his shirt was now stained a reddish brown.
We might have a shirt somewhere for you to have. Do you need to call anyone?" asked the nurse.
"Please," Peter said, his voice was small.
Then the doctor rushed over. His face was filled with an expression of bewilderment. The doctor looked at Peter closely for a moment before he asked. "What happened to your brother? If I knew I would be able to treat him, but in my career I have never seen a wound like this one."
Peter knew if he told the doctor the real story he would be thrown into the loony bin. Of course, though Peter knew what to excuse it as because they both had their share of scars. "A large piece of glass stabbed him."
"Glass? A glass point?"
"He bought a glass figurine at the antique store for our sister. He fell and landed on it," explained Peter.
The doctor believed it, "I suppose it was an unfortunate accident. Your brother will pull through."
"Thanks," said Peter simply. The doctor soon left Peter en route to treat his brother. The nurse led him to a telephone. He hoped Susan or Lucy would answer.
To his hopes Susan did. He explained everything with tears flowing from his eyes. Susan barely said anything, however after Peter was done she calmly told him she and Lucy would come and he needed to call their mother, or at least have a nurse give her a message. After all was finished Peter was led to a seat and assured he would be able to see his brother when they were finished treating him.
In about an hour the doctor came back. Peter stood with a face of anxiety.
"You may see your brother now," the doctor announced. He led Peter into the large hall. Countless beds with some even occupied were in rows. Edmund was at the end. An intravenous needle stuck out of his arm, the tube carried the medicine from the drip into his arm.
"We are giving him something for the pain. We are low on blood because of the war, but your brother will fair fine without it. He will just be a little weak."
Peter nodded finding a stool next to Edmund's bed. He took a seat and looked over where the doctor was standing.
"I will come back to check on him soon," said the doctor before he left.
Peter took a quivering sigh and stroked Edmund's hair. He was soundly asleep; nothing could wake him at this very moment. He stayed with him as the doctor came back twice. Peter did not know what time it was when his sisters arrived. They ran over stopping at the foot of the bed. Lucy soon came over to give her brother who was laying in the bed a hug however, Peter stopped her."Be careful, Lu. He's still in a lot of pain."
"Oh I'm sorry" Lucy said.
"It's okay you just need to be careful. Here why don't you come and sit in my lap?" She smiled and crawled over into her brother's lap curling up into his chest.
Susan then walked up and pulled Edmund into a gentle embrace. She than began to cry. It was then Edmund slowly woke, his eyes fluttered for a moment. He was dazed and confused in finding himself in Susan's embrace, however when he tried to move he remembered why he was in a hospital instantly. After the pain subsided he looked up at his sister, her bright blue eyes shining brightly with tears.
"Su don't cry I'm okay." He wiped away his sister's tears gently.
"I'm sorry it's just that after I heard what happened and considering what happened at before I assumed the worst."
"It's okay Su," Peter cooed, "We're all together now and safe."
"I know," she said as she climbed into the bed beside Edmund winding her arms carefully around him. Peter moved Lucy off his lap for a moment as he moved the stool next to the wall so he could lean against it and to be closer to Edmund in order to talk to him.
The four of them talked for hours about Narnia and how they missed their home dearly. Soon after they fell asleep all in each other arms. People would stop and glance at the sleeping children wondering if someone was coming for them.
Soon the doctor came and saw the children. He just smiled and walked away allowing them to sleep.
-I want to thank a friend of mine for helping me rewrite this chapter and making it historically correct.