A year as a Narnian || 365 Narnia one shots (Part one)

42: The cake

February 11th - Prompt: Picnic

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"If you have anymore of that cake you'll go pop!" Susan muttered. "Save some for everyone else!"

Edmund rolled his eyes playfully. "There's plenty left! I've only had two slices." He replied.

Susan smirked at him, helping herself to a sandwich. "Well at this rate by the time we get to the cake, there won't be any left."

"Well have some now then." Edmund said.

"We're eating the sandwiches first like normal people." Peter stepped in.

Edmund stuck out his tongue with a grin. "I didn't fancy a sandwich." He said with a shrug. "Cake is much better."

Lucy giggled as she chewed on her ham sandwich, Peter smirking at his brother.

Edmund smirked back before taking another bite of the cake. "Whoever made this is a brilliant baker." He said.

"Well for once it wasn't me." Susan laughed. "Some of the kitchen staff made it."

"Well I can't wait to taste it." Peter breathed.

Edmund grinned at him, before the grin slowly faded, an uncomfortable look replacing it.

Peter frowned. "You good?" He asked.

Edmund swallowed hard, placing the slice of cake down and taking a deep breath.

"Ed?" Peter asked, extremely confused.

"I - I don't feel too good." Edmund whispered after a moment or two.

Peter stared at him. "What do you mean?" He asked. "You look fine."

Edmund shook his head. "I feel sick." He choked.

"I told you you shouldn't of eaten that much." Susan stepped in.

But Peter shook his head. "No." He muttered, realising something was wrong. "Ed look at me."

Edmund took a deep breath, before all of a sudden his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed.

Peter swore under his breath, and Susan had never seen him move so fast as he leapt up and moved over to his brother, patting his cheek. "Ed?" He muttered. "Ed wake up."

But Edmund didn't move.

"What happened?!" Lucy shrieked, sounding scared beyond words.

"Edmund wake up." Peter said firmly, shaking his brother's shoulders before placing a finger to his neck, holding his breath as he waited.

"Peter?" Susan whispered, nothing but worry in her face.

"I can feel a pulse don't worry." Peter breathed. "But it's slow."

"What does that mean?" Lucy asked, her voice shaking.

"It means he needs help." Peter muttered, already setting about gathering his brother into his arms.