April 24th
Don't look back
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"Are you hurt?"
Edmund lent forward away from the tree he'd been previously tied to, taking a few deep breaths.
Peter's whispered question was full of nothing but worry and fear, and it broke Edmund's heart despite everything.
"I'm okay," He whispered in reply. "Just a bit bruised. I'll live."
Peter stared at him, and was about to say something before the snap of a stick reached his ears, and turning he saw the flap of the tent opening.
He didn't waste a second.
He grabbed Edmunds hand, pulled him off the floor, and started running.
Edmund did his best to keep up with his brother's pace, but his head was pounding, his body ached, he was sick with hunger and he was so exhausted, yet he kept running.
"Don't look back," Peter told him. "Keep running."
Edmund ran for as long as he physically could, before he tripped over his own feet and hit the ground with a thud, twisting his ankle in the process.
Peter stopped immediately, kneeling beside him and checking his surroundings. "They aren't following." He murmured, trying to catch his breath, before turning all his attention to his brother, who had rolled onto his back and was staring up at the sky, breathing harsh and heavy.
"You're safe."
Edmund swallowed hard. "T - Thanks." He breathed.
Peter smiled weakly at him, and after a while of the two just sat there catching their breaths, he sighed. "You really need to stop getting yourself into trouble." He teased softly.
Edmund, still laying on his back on the ground, almost couldn't help but laugh. "It's not like I look for trouble," He murmured. "Trouble usually finds me instead."
"No lie there." Peter agreed.
Edmund pushed his hair away from his eyes, taking a few deep breaths. "Thanks for always getting me out of it though." He said with a small smirk.
Peter chuckled. "What else am I here for?"
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