December 13th. Lost in a snowstorm
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"Edmund!"
Edmund swallowed hard, shivering harshly as he glanced up at his brother.
Peter was currently gripping his little brother's shoulders, trying to keep him on his feet as the snow and wind whipped around them, restricting their vision and stinging their cheeks. "You need to stay awake!" He cried, knowing Edmund was way too cold. "Please take my cloak!"
Edmund shook his head. "N - No." He choked, teeth chattering. "You'll freeze."
"Ed you're freezing!"
"So are you!" Edmund snapped back.
Peter stared at his younger brother, before sighing. "We need to get you home." He mumbled, trying his hardest to keep his own shivering at bay enough so he could look after Edmund.
Edmund sighed. "We're l - lost Peter." He reminded him.
Peter was so scared right now, yes he himself may be absolutely freezing, but Edmund had gone blue. His lips were a dark shade of the horrible colour, his skin was as white as the snow surrounding them, he was finding it hard to breathe between shivering, and all in all it looked like his body wanted to just give up.
He had to get him home or sheltered before he froze.
The snowstorm was getting worse and worse with every passing minute, and in the end Peter pulled his brother down against a tree.
He curled Edmund up against his side, and once Edmund had buried his face against his shoulder, he took his own cloak and covered his brother, also using Edmunds cloak to help.
Edmund didn't seem to notice Peter had done this, for he seemed too out of it to really notice anything. But Peter was glad of this, he needed to warm his brother up.
Edmund was just a bundle now, not a single part of him was exposed to the ferocious snowstorm, and Peter hoped he would start warming up a little soon.
Although now he himself was completely exposed, and it wasn't long before he couldn't keep his shivering at bay.
After perhaps five minutes, Peter realised that Edmund had actually fallen asleep, which he was silently glad about, he didn't need him kicking up a fuss once realising what Peter had done.
He was slightly worried when the thought that maybe he'd passed out crossed his mind, but he shook it away and told himself that he'd started warming up thanks to the cloaks and body warmth, and that he'd just fallen asleep.
Peter didn't know how long the two sat there, but by the time the snowstorm had passed, he wasn't in good condition at all.
Now he was the one with the blue lips and the white skin, now he was the one shivering so hard he thought he might be sick, now he was the one in real danger.
But at least he'd kept Edmund safe... In his mind, that was the only thing that mattered
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