Chapter 9 : Lips As Frozen As Ice
[Nobody P.O.V]
"What have you done?!" Susan yells at Peter, he ignores her. Frantically searching for the girl.
"Lucy!" He shouts, Susan joining in quickly. They're searching behind a tree when they hear a familiar voice
"Has anyone seen my coat?" The voice says and they turn smiling, and wrapping her in a hug.
"Your brother has you well looked after." Mr. Beaver says, and Lucy laughs, her voice like bells.
"I don't think you'll be needing those coats any more!" Mrs. Beaver says and the sibling look around, spotting the trees blossoming pink flowers, and the grass turning green beneath their feet.
"Where's Elleanora?" Lucy asks and they all freeze.
"We need to find her." Susan insists and they begin searching everywhere. Checking and double checking places, until Susan spots the blood by a bush and a pale hand emerging from it.
"I found her!" Susan shouts and Peter comes running, his heart pounding. The two pull the bushes away, revealing Elleanora. Her lips blue and covered with ice. Her eyes shut and her skin pale, chest barely moving and blood pooling from her left side.
"We need to get her to the camp." Peter insists, running his hand gently over her wet, brown hair. "Now." He bends down and picks her up, walking back to where Mr. Beaver and the others are waiting.
"We need to go, quickly." Susan insists, and they set off running. Peter carrying Elleanora and praying and hoping that she doesn't die.
Because now, he's all she has.
*
"Why are they all staring at us?" Susan whispers as they group runs into camp.
"Elleanora's been injured, she's lost a lot of blood and she's cold." Peter shouts, the creatures don't move. "She's going to die if you don't help her now."
Silence follows and Peter glares before speaking,
"We have come to see Aslan." Peter shouts.
The tents starts to blow in breeze and the creatures kneel. Peter looks around, Elleanora still in his arms and spots a lion, standing in the mouth of the ten, mane blowing in the breeze.
"Aslan, please," Peter begs, desperate now. "Elleanora is injured, and losing blood quickly. We need to help her."
"Don't worry child." Aslan says, padding over to Peter and looking at Elleanora. "I will see to it that she is taken care of in the medical wing, she will heal in time."
The lion nods his head to the side and two centaurs walk forward, taking Elleanora from Peter and carrying her over to a tent.
"Follow me Peter, I'd like to talk with you." The crowd parts for the lion and Peter follows quickly behind him.
*
Later on Peter sits by Elleanora's bedside, wringing his hands and eying her bandages every so often.
"She'll wake up in her own time." A nymph told him as she breezed passed him, her blue arms ladened with clean linen. "We used magic on her injury, the bandage was just for good measure. But whatever stabbed her was certainly cold magic." The nymph eyed the girl before moving along.
"Dear god my head." Elleanora groaned, kneeling the palm of her hands against her forehead.
"You're awake!" Peter cheers, scraping his chair back as he jumps up.
"Stop making so much noise." She hisses. "My head feels like there's little people banging on the inside my skull, and my side hurts like I've just pressed a handful of snow to it."
Peter helps ease Elleanora up from the bed.
"Come on, let's get you to the girls." Peter says, grinning. "They'll be glad to know you've woken up."
Peter tried not to worry about what the nymph said about the cold magic.
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