April 8th
Go away
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"I'm fine."
Peter raised an eyebrow. "You have a fever." He said. "You're sick. But yeah sure, you're fine."
Edmund rolled his eyes. "Just go away." He grumbled.
Peter chuckled. "I forgot how amusing you are when you're sick." He teased.
Edmund glared at him. "I forgot how annoying you get when I'm sick." He whispered, voice cracking all over the place.
"Come on," Peter breathed, brushing Edmunds sweaty hair back from his burning forehead. "Just get some rest."
"And why should I do that?" Edmund slurred.
Peter sighed. "Because you are sick." He said firmly. "And you won't get any better if you ignore that fact."
Edmund groaned. "I have no time for this."
"Well tough." Peter told him. "Now drink some water and get some sleep. Please?"
Edmund stared at him for a moment or two before nodding a little. "Okay." He whispered.
Peter smiled. "Thank you."
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