March 1st
You're burning up
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"I'm not letting you out of bed."
Peter blinked at his little sister, looking baffled. "Sorry?" He asked.
Lucy shrugged. "You heard me." She said.
Peter was unsure what to say, and just lay there, staring at the 15 year old, confused.
"Don't look at me like that." Lucy almost laughed. "You're in no way fit to be up and walking around, and you're especially not well enough to be running a country."
Peter sighed. "I'm fine." He said.
"No, you're not." Lucy told him. "You're burning up, you have flu Peter."
"And what makes you think you're gonna be able to keep me in bed?" Peter asked, in an almost challenging tone.
Lucy smiled. "Get up then," She said with a shrug. "I don't want you to, I really don't want you to and it would really worry and upset me if you did, but go on."
Peter hesitated for ages, before he huffed. "For goodness sake." He muttered, but he didn't move.
Lucy grinned at him. "I'm gonna get you some soup." She said, before leaving him, knowing he wouldn't go anywhere, for her sake anyway.
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