All four of the Pevensie dreamt of their most precious memories of Narnia that they knew they would never forget. Little Lucy dreamt of how she danced and sang with the creatures of Narnia until sun rise after becoming Queen Lucy. Edmund dreamt of going into battle side-by-side with his brother and always coming back victorious; running to greet his sisters when he got back. Susan had dreams of being the most beautiful women in all of Narnia, being admired by many suitors, all asking for her hand in marriage. Peter had dreamed of when Father Christmas gave himRhindon; whenAslan had knighted him and when he had placed the gold crown on his head made him High King over Kings of Narnia, Emperor of the Lone Islands, Lord of Cair Paravel, Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Lion.
"Peter, I apologize for waking you," Peter heard a low voice whisper.
"Aslan?" he mumbled. The voice sounded majestic just as the lions.
"No son, its Dr. Walker." Peter opened his eyes-to his disappointment he did not see the only light shining on Edmund's bed that even if deem shined brighter than the northern star.
"Is everything alright?" he asked quietly not wanting to wake the rest of his siblings.
"Oh yes, I was just coming to tell you that Edmund can be released whenever you're ready." He sighed in relief. Peter was constantly on edge ever since his dream with Aslan.
"Thank, you. Is there anything else we should do?" he inquired.
The doctor nodded and began to scribble words down on a piece of paper. "Just have him take it easy. Edmund wound did not hit any organs thankfully, but he did lose a lot of blood…" Oh trust me I know."I am surprised that he has done so well. He is most likely going to be sore for the next few weeks or so. He will need plenty of sleep and nourishment." That is going to be easy, NOT. A smile grew on Peter's face as he listened to the doctor. For Peter trying to make Edmund eat enough or sleep was nearly impossible. It was like trying to work with a mule at the crack of dawn.
Peter drowsily gazed at the doctor listening to everything the doctor was saying, "I'm sure by the looks of it Edmund is in good hands." Dr. Walker handed the paper to Peter with a slight smile on his face.
"Yes sir, he is," replied Peter taking the doctor's note.
"It was nice meeting you, Peter. I hope I do not have to see you or any of your siblings back here anytime soon."
"I hope so too."he thought. The doctor extended his hand out to Peter, who did the same, and shook hands with the boy and went to go attend to his other patients. Peter looked over to the others. Susan had her arms around Edmunds waist with her lips resting on his head. He himself had his arms Lucy with her head on his stomach.
Susan and Edmund were alike as Peter and Lucy were alike, in not just appearances but personality too. Peter and Lucy were the calmer, quieter and gentle ones. They tried to solve problems without the need of violence, while Susan and Edmund were more of the logical ones and were a bit more aggressive in their words.
Peter loved all of his siblings with his whole body and soul. Narnia had taught him not to take the people you love for granted. The king sat there and thought of all the times he has had with them good and bad. "Peter, what are you thinking about?" asked a hushed voice. It was Edmund "Oh just some stuff. Anyway how are you?" he said turning to face him. He looked at his little brother scanning over him from head to toe. He was not as pale and sweaty "That is a good sign, right?"he thought.
"I'm still sore, but nothing too bad. When can I get out of here?" Edmund asked a bit anxious. Edmund has always hated hospitals; they smelt bad and made him uneasy.
"Today actually, whenever you are ready." Edmund shot up with excitement, waking up Susan and completely forgetting about his injury when he heard his brother's words. He moaned in pain as tears threatened to roll down his cheek.
"Easy, Ed," Edmund said reaching over Lucy to gently push him back down to the pillow.
"You're going to be pretty sore for the next few weeks so take it easy," Peter advised as Edmund groaned again, not in pain but at the thought of having to take it easy.
"What's going on?" Susan mumbled stretching out her arms.
"Sorry to wake you, Su. Edmund just got a little too excited about leaving," answered Peter.
"Is he okay?" concerned washed over her face.
"Yes, he just over did himself a bit that's all," Peter yet again assured her.
"Oh, well I think we should wake Lucy up now," Susan suggested.
Peter nodded in agreement. He wanted to get out of there just as much as Edmund did. He looked down at Lucy, she looked peaceful and he hated to have to wake her up.
"Wake up, Lu. We are leaving soon." Peter said gently shaking the young girls shoulder. Lucy stirred under his touch then slowly opened her eyes.
"Good morning sleepy head." Peter smiled warmly as he waited for her to wake.
The young girl rubbed her eyes, "Good morning. What time is it?"
"Nearly nine o' clock, I think. Oh and Lucy we will be leaving as soon as everybody is ready."
Lucy sighed in relief "Good, these beds are miserable to sleep in." Peter chuckled
"I have to agree with you on that one." Edmund shifted in the bed whimpering slightly in discomfort. "Peter, can we please go?" he begged.
Peter could see the uneasiness on his face, "Yes Edmund I will go check you out right now." He gently removed Lucy off himself, kissed all of his siblings on the head and left the room.
Susan once again wrapped he arms around her brother, "Edmund can I ask you something?"
"Of course you can, Su. What is it that you need to ask?" he asked settling against her.
"Peter said in his letter that you were in trouble. And I'm guessing that you weren't really stabbed." Edmund knew at some point he would have to tell his sisters that he could possibly die.
"Well yes, you see Aslan said that there is some kind of dark magic going through our world that can possibly kill me. Aslan is trying to destroy it but that's pretty much all we know at this point," Edmund disclosed to his sisters with a shaky voice.
Susan hugged her little brother tighter, "Oh Ed, I am so sorry." She buried her face into his hair while Lucy came up to snuggle against him, careful not to hurt him.
"You won't die right?" Lucy asked obviously distressed from what she had just heard.
"No Lucy I won't be going anywhere anytime soon. Don't worry about it okay." Edmund stroked Lucy's soft auburn hair trying to stop the flow of tears that threatened to roll down her face. He put on a brave façade for his sister's sake even though he knew that he could possibly die.
"Is everything okay in here?" Peter asked walking into the room. He could feel that the energy in the room was very heavy. Edmund looked over at his brother with cloudy eyes and shook his head. He knew Edmund must have told Susan and Lucy the truth. Peter crawled into the bed next to Lucy and somehow managed to get his arms around all of them, pulling them to him.
"It's going to be alright. Ed is not going to die. I won't allow it nor will Aslan," He himself had trouble believing what he just said. It is not the he didn't believe in Aslan it's that he doesn't believe that he can protect his brother from something he can't even see.
Peter just held his siblings telling them that everything was going to be okay and to trust Aslan. "Can we leave now?" Edmund asked mumbling into Peters shoulder, as he struggled to keep his droopy eyes open. Even though he knew he wouldn't be going home, as long as his siblings were with him he was home. "Yes, Ed we can." Peter said gently lifting him into his arms. Edmund clung to Peter's neck as he closed his weary eyes.
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I woke up with my face buried in Peter's chest as he carried me through the dormitory hallway. I can't remember exactly how I got here. All I can remember is being carried out of my hospital room in Peter's arms with Susan and Lucy on either side of him.
I turned my faced and looked at him, I could see worry linger in his clouded eyes. I must have given away that I was awake because he looked down and smiled at me. I stared into his deep blue eyes looking for some kind of hint that everything would be okay, but found nothing.
"Where are the girls?" I choked out struggling with every word.
"They went back to school. They send you their love." Peter answered softly. I could tell he was trying not to cry.
I watched the other peers stare at the sight I must be. This was just another reason for them to talk about me. People already thought I was a pariah with an over protective brother. I wish that people would just leave me alone.
Then I realized my side began to knot up and burn. I let out a barely audible moan of pain.
"Peter, can you hurry up?" I whimpered in distress. He looked down at me with uneasy eyes.
"What's wrong? Is your side hurting?" he asked with deep concern.
I nodded as the pain became slowly unbearable. "Hang on, Eddy were almost there." He moved me in order to have a better grip on me and sped up his pace. I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed my eyes burying my face in his neck as I try to black out the pain wishing that all of this would just be over and done with. I could hear Peter's heart beat steadily and tried to pace mine with his.
Peter then grunted as I felt him shift me in his arms so that he could open the door to his room. I grunted slightly in pain. "I'm sorry, Ed," my brother apologized.
He then laid me down gentle in his bed. It was very comfortable, very cloud like. I lay back against the pillows and curled up into a ball clutching my side.
"You okay, Edmund?" Peter asked in a gentle tone.
"Yes, it's the memories not the pain. The pain is bearable it is the memories that are not." Peter knelt beside me and took me into a big hug.
"I know they hurt, Ed. We will get through this together."