Part 2
Disclaimer: I wish I owned the Chronicles of Narnia, but well, I don't.
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Three of the young monarchs were outside the door to Oreius's rooms, waiting to know the fate of their General. Susan had retired to her room some time earlier, claiming to be tired.
Lucy leaned her head back against the wall.
"I do hope he's alright," she said softly.
"We all do, Lu," Peter responded, though he had his doubts. He'd seen the full extent of Oreius's injury and he honestly wasn't sure about his odds for survival.
Minutes ticked by.
Finally, the door to Oreius's rooms was opened by a centaur healer. She looked steadily at the young kings and queen.
"My Kings," she said, and then, "my Queen."
"How is Oreius?" Lucy whispered, pressing her handkerchief to her mouth.
"My kings and queen," said the Healer, her gaze steady as she looked at us, "General Oreius will be lucky if he makes it through the night. I cannot say anything about his chances if he does with certainty."
"It was a brave but foolish thing he did," Edmund muttered, white-faced. "We will lose him because of it."
"He saved you though…" Lucy whispered, and wrapped her arms tightly around Edmund's middle, burying her face in his chest as she began to cry. She didn't want to lose Oreius. He was her friend.
Expression blank, the Healer withdrew, back into Oreius's dark rooms. "All that is left to do is wait," she said, voice as expressionless as her face, "He is in Aslan's paws now. Let us hope the Lion will see fit to restore him to good health." And the door closed.
They waited.
Finally, in the early hours of morning, the door opened once more.
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Short one and a cliffhanger. Heh heh.