do not be afraid of me my love

Part 6

Susan and Lucy were drenched splashing water on eachother they sat down on the ground Susan suddenly said "Lu go and change your chothes you'll fall sick. "  "But Su you are drenched too......." Lucy began but Susan cut her and said "Lucy I told you to go change your dress" Lucy got up and said " Yes Mum " and went.

Susan was sitting alone thinking about her parents her cousins and her friends but most of all she missed her dear brothers she started to cry she knew she coud'nt see them as they were no more.

It  was evening when Susan walked into the castle she changed the clothes had her super with Lucy and went to the room which she shared with Peter.

Peter finished all his work and was wery tierd  and  he went to the room as soon as he saw Susan sleeping on the bed he smiled and gently pecked her forehead and wispered "Good night Su my love." and went to sleep.

One morning, Susan woke up with a sore throat and a slight fever. Peter woke up and smiled at her, seeing she had turned slightly pale  he placed his hand on her forehead. He pulled it away instantly it was too warm

"Call the royal physician!"Peter ordered as he walked out of the  chamber Edmund saw his brother and asked "Pete what happened?"Peter said " Ed Susan has hihh fever" "WHAT MY SISTER HAS HIGH FEVER " Peter and Edmund turned and saw Lucy walking towards them worried. Peter  saaw Lucy and said to her gently "Dont worry Lucy she will be allright." The Edmund sent for the royal physician.

The physician was an elderly male faun with a salt-and-pepper coloured beard and extremely bright green eyes. His name was Merelan. His goat half was pudgy and wide-looking while the human half was slender. Especially his hands and fingers which rivaled those of dryads. Wanting Narnia to be saved and being very loyal to the high king -he had also been King Frank's physician- Susan's health was of deep concern to him. He examined her closely and made her say, "Ah" over and over again until she very much wanted to hit him and had to sit on her hands to fight the urge, knowing it was unkind and her longing to slap him was probably mostly fever-educed anyway.

At last Merelan nodded to himself, sighed, and turned to Edmund, Lucy,  high king, who were of course all waiting in the doorway of the room, eager to learn whether or not she was going to be alright."My kings  I have good news and bad news," he told them. "She isn't deathly ill." "That would be the good news?" Edmund assumed, folding his arms across his chest.

"What's the bad news?" Lucy asked, timidly taking a step further into the room. worried about her older sister she loved her sister more than her mother.

"The bad news is that if she is not looked after well enough and if she does not get enough rest, she could become much worse until there would be no physician in this world -or in any other, I should say- that could do her any good," he said gravely.

"No worries there!" Edmund blurted out. "We'll take care of her.""Thank you, Edmund," Susan croaked, realizing she'd pretty much lost her voice. Edmund took a step back and whispered, "Is she contagious?" "Ed!" Peter  growled."I'm kidding, Pete." Edmund assured him.

"Well then," the physician said in a deep, very serious tone. "Make sure she gets enough to drink so she doesn't grow weak and pass out. As for food, I'd recommend hot soups. They'll make her stronger and may even help her throat get better quicker." He paused for a moment because he saw that Edmund was writing all of this down and needed a chance to finish. Then he went on, "I'll leave some medicine for her as well. Make sure she takes it three times day once with each meal. As she gets better -here's hoping- start cutting back. When her fever goes away make it only twice daily. And when her throat is well enough that she can talk and swallow with out any pain, make it once a day and make the amount you give her smaller." He looked over at Edmund. "Did you get all that, your majesty?Edmund nodded. "Yes, Master Merelan. Thank you for your time.""Oh that was no trouble," he said kindly.

At noon, Lucy entered the room, brisk and cheerful, carrying a tray of hot mushroom soup and a tall glass of orange juice. She talked to her and  made her sister comfortable and cared for her sister because she loved her the most.

The improvement however did not last through the night. She became much worse and took on a fitful state of half-sleep in which she groaned and cried constantly. Her fever became worse even than it had been that morning.

Peter, who had of course been in the bed beside her, looked after her through the night since no one else could enter the locked chamber doors. He put cool cloths on her forehead and spoke soothingly to her until she was able to fall into a somewhat restful sleep.

Because of the raging fever, Susan couldn't remember much about that night afterwards. She had a vague recollection of Peter whispering, "Shh..it's alright... You're going to be fine..." and stroking her hand. She also knew that he must have been crying at one point because when he'd bent over her to flip over the cool cloth on her forehead, she felt two of his tears land on her nose.The next morning, her fever was down a little and her throat didn't hurt anymore.Lucy was revealed so was was Peter and Edmund.

That night in the throne room before Peter went into the bed chamber, he took the silver apple out of the window sill.

"What are you doing?" Edmund demanded severely. "Put that back. We're running out of those. Remember? Six have gone rotten. What exactly are you going to do with it?"

"I'm going to give it to Susan," Peter said in a very determined voice. "So she'll get well again. Remember Digory wanted one for his mother to make her recover from her illness?"

"We don't even know if it worked or not," Edmund reminded him. "Do you want to risk losing one of those? We've even stopped using the juice in our cloth washing to conserve them."

"I have to try," Peter said, tears starting to form in his eyes. "Pete..." Edmund had to give in. He couldn't take this. "Fine. Go ahead." Peter hugged him. "Thank you, Edmund!" he cried happily. "You're the best." "Yes I am, now get off me!" Edmund squirmed out of his grip. Peter chuckled and left.

Susan lay sleeping fitfully, curled up into a comfortable ball of woolen blankets and velvet pillows. She felt someone gently shake her shoulder. She woke up and blinked in the darkness. She could only see the shape of boy she knew from his voice and from the fact that he was in her room at that hour, to be Peter.

"Susan, you up?" he asked.

"I am now," Susan half-snapped, not quite as annoyed as she made out.

Susan could see the faint glimmer of a silver apple and a silver knife. She saw the contour of Peter's hand cutting the apple into pieces. Then she felt him sit down beside her on the bed and put an arm around her so that she sat up. Then he held one piece of the fruit to her lips.

"What in the world?" Susan muttered, feeling very confused."Eat it," Peter said gently.She leaned forward and took a bite. It tasted wonderful and made her feel as if life and love themselves were flowing through her veins.

Slowly but steadily, he fed her the rest of the apple. When she had finished she felt a little better and a relaxed healthful sleep came over her. She was so sleepy that she didn't realize that she'd fallen asleep with her head rested against the high king's shoulder and that he still had his arm around her. He held her for a few moments before letting go, tucking her back into the bed, and planting a kiss on her cheek.

"Goodnight, Susan," he whispered, crawling back over to his own side of the bed.

The last part was too short so I wanted to Dedicate this chapter to someone I owe a lot for encouraging me a lot  Thank you 

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