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

54: Scarlet fever

February 23rd - Prompt: Get well soon

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Peter sighed a little as he woke, staring up at the ceiling of his room for a long while before eventually sitting up, the thin blanket falling off his chest as he did.

He rubbed his eyes, before glancing across the room to Edmunds bed, where his little brother was still fast asleep.

Peter smiled a little before standing and walking over, giving Edmund a gentle shake. "Eddy?" He mumbled. "It's time to wake up."

Edmund groaned, clearly now awake, before he let out what Peter knew to be a sob, his eyes squeezing even tighter shut.

Peter frowned. "Ed?" He whispered, sounding a little worried.

Edmund shook his head, swallowing hard but refusing to open his eyes, much to Peter's concern.

"Mum!"

He turned towards the door to shout this, before hesitantly turning back to Edmund, deciding to place his palm to his forehead, worried at how hot he was.

"What is it Peter?" His Dad stepped into the room. "Your Mum's busy."

Peter sighed. "Ed's not well." He told him. "He's got a really high temperature."

His Dad frowned, heading over and sitting on the edge of the bed beside his youngest son, placing a hand to his forehead. "Edmund?" He asked with a frown. "Are you feeling okay?"

Edmund shook his head.

"What's wrong?"

Edmund swallowed hard. "Hot, cold, sore throat..." He whispered. "Headache."

His Dad sighed a little. "It sounds like you've got the Flu." He explained.

Edmund opened his eyes at this, looking a little worried.

His Dad smiled gently down at him. "It's nothing to worry about." He told him. "You just need to stay in bed for a while, drink plenty of water and you'll get over it by yourself."

Edmund stared at him, before nodding slowly. "Okay." He whispered.

His Dad pulled the blanket up to his chin, tucking him in gently and placing a kiss to the top of his head. "You hungry?" He asked.

Edmund shook his head, which had been expected.

"Okay, but if you skip breakfast you need to eat something for lunch, Okay?"

Edmund nodded. "Okay." He murmured, burying his face against his pillow.

His Dad sighed and turned to Peter, who had just been staring at Edmund this whole time. "You wanna come down for some breakfast?" He asked.

Peter sighed. "I'll stay here with Ed." He told him.

"Peter-"

"Please?" Peter choked.

His Dad stared at him for ages, before nodding. "I'll bring your breakfast up for you." He breathed. "Look after him yeah?"