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

291: A cup of tea

October 18th - Prompt: I would die for you

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Peter glanced up, raising an eyebrow when Edmund sneezed.

Edmund almost sensed his brother staring at him, and slowly turned around, lowering a paper he'd been going over. "Why are you staring at me?" He asked, his voice sounding like he had a blocked nose.

Peter shook his head a little. "You told me you weren't sick." He told him.

Edmund rolled his eyes. "It's just a cold." He said. "It's not like I'm about to drop down dead."

Peter chuckled gently. "If I'm honest," He said, turning back to his own papers. "I wouldn't put it past you."

"I'm sure you wouldn't." Edmund grumbled, before sneezing again and picking up his pencil.

The two worked in pretty much silence for the next two hours, before Peter realised it was starting to get dark. "I'm calling it a day." He breathed, stretching and sighing, rubbing at his eyes.

Edmund nodded slowly, rubbing at his eyes too, but only because he had a banging headache.

Since his conversation with Peter, he'd felt himself slowly feeling more sick than he had been, and now with the ringing in his ear and his pounding headache, he truly wasn't feeling well.

"What do you say we go find a snack?" Peter said, oblivious to Edmund as he tidied up his desk. "I'm starving."

Edmund swallowed hard. "I'm not that hungry actually." He murmured, stacking the papers but not daring to stand up.

Peter laughed. "Not hungry?" He said, turning to face his brother who still had his backed turned. "I'd believe you'd grown wings over you're not hungry."

Edmund smiled weakly, slowly standing and turning to face Peter, hoping that he wouldn't notice anything off. "I ate enough at dinner." He said slowly.

Peter frowned a little. "You okay?" He asked.

Edmunds heart skipped a beat, but he nodded his head. "Yeah, I'm absolutely fine." He replied.

Peter walked over, and when Edmund tried to walk away he grabbed his arm and placed the palm of his hand onto his brother's forehead. "Edmund you're burning!" He cried.

Edmund winced at the volume of his brother's voice. "Please don't shout." He mumbled, knowing he couldn't hide it anymore.

Peter sighed a little. "Come on, into bed." He ordered, his voice soft though.

Edmund hesitated, but after a firm glare from his brother he wandered slowly over to his bed and crawled under the covers, groaning quietly.

Peter sat down beside him. "I knew you were sick." He told him, not looking too happy. "Why didn't you say anything."

Edmund rolled his eyes. "You know me." He grumbled, but didn't say much else.

Peter sighed. "You stay here, I'm going to find you a nice warm cup of tea." He said. "And a flannel to bring down that temperature."

"You don't have to do that for me." Edmund whispered.

"Edmund, I would die for you." Peter said with a slight chuckle. "Getting you a cup of tea is nothing."

Edmund smiled weakly. "Thanks." He whispered.

Peter nodded. "Get some rest." He murmured. "Or I'll tell Susan."

Edmund glared at him, but quickly doing as he'd said, curling up under the covers.

"I'll be back in a sec."

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