My Narnian Tale

Chapter 17

The next few hours were a blur. After the battle had finished, Edmund and Susan found us. I explained what had happened and we got Peter onto the back of Oreius. He sped towards Cair Paravel, with us following right behind. Once we arrived at the castle, Lucy ran out to meet us. With Oreius' help, Edmund lowered Peter onto the ground. Lucy poured a few drops from her cordial into Peter's mouth. I could barely see through my tears and Susan was hugging me. We heard coughing and I lifted my head from Susan's shoulder to see that it was Peter. He was still ghostly pale and laying down. Oreius knelt down to pick Peter up and then headed in the direction of the infirmary. I ran after him and Peter's siblings followed behind me. We arrived at the infirmary to find Peter already in a bed, his shirt off and bandages around his abdomen.

"Wait, why didn't your healing work? I thought it could heal all wounds?" I asked Lucy.

"I don't know. It's never not worked before. The wound must have been extremely bad." She explained. A dryad came over to wipe Peter's forehead, which had broken out into a sweat.

"Your majesties, my lady, King Peter's wound is healing. Queen Lucy's healing potion was able to save his life and start the healing process. Due to the fact that there was a few hours between when the wound was inflicted and when he received the potion, it did not heal right away. He should be absolutely fine by morning." The dryad told us. Susan thanked her as she floated away. I sat in the chair next to Peter's bed and held his hand in both of mine.

"We should probably get some rest. Elizabeth, do you want to come with us?" Edmund asked me gently. I shook my head without looking at them.

"No. I want to stay here with him." I stated simply. I felt each of the siblings place their hands on my shoulders before I heard them leave the infirmary. I kissed the back of Peter's hand and waited for him to wake up. Closing my eyes, I said a silent prayer to God and Aslan, even though they're pretty much the same. I couldn't lose Peter. I have lost too many people that I loved. I was not going to add Peter to that list. Even though the dryad said that he was going to be fine, she also said that he "should" be fine. Meaning that there was a possibility that he wouldn't be. And that possibility scared the crap out of me. Before I knew it, my head was resting on the edge of Peter's bed and I fell asleep.

"Elizabeth?" I heard a sweet voice saying my name, waking me up. I opened my eyes and sat up. I immediately regretted falling asleep here, my back was killing me. The morning sunlight was shining in the window. Once my eyes focused, I saw Peter looking at me. Oh thank God. With tears in my eyes, I leaned forward and hugged him with every ounce of strength I had in me. He wrapped his arms around me the best he could.

"Thank Aslan you're alright." He whispered. I leaned back and looked at him quizzically.

"Me? You're the one that almost died. And it's all my fault. If I hadn't come to the battle, then you wouldn't have gotten distracted looking for me, then you wouldn't have gotten stabbed." I ranted quickly, starting to cry. I sat back in my chair and hid my face in my hands. Peter sat up and pulled my hands away from my face.

"Elizabeth, this is not your fault. I should have let you fight. If I had, I wouldn't have been so shocked to see you there. I should've had more faith in your abilities. I was just so worried that something would happen to you that I didn't care about my own safety." Peter said gently.

"I just wanted to fight and prove myself so badly, that I didn't care what the consequences could be. I completely forgot about my nightmare and that's exactly what happened. I should have just listened to you and stayed here with Lucy."

"No Elizabeth. I'm glad you came to the battle and I am proud of you. You held your own out there. Now, I know that you can defend yourself and I won't have to worry about you in the next battle. Please don't blame yourself for this. All of this just proved to me what I already knew. That you are a strong, tough woman who I don't need to constantly protect. I love you so much Elizabeth."

I was now crying at what Peter was saying. "I love you too Peter." I said, with tears pouring out of my eyes. I leaned forward and kissed him.

"Now, when can I get out of here?" Peter asked. I laughed loudly and went to find a dryad. The dryad said that Peter was free to leave now so I helped him out of bed and to his chambers. After helping him into bed, I was about to leave when he spoke up.

"Stay here, love. I just want to be with you." Peter requested, not letting go of my hand. He pulled back the covers and I climbed in. Peter wrapped his strong arms around me and I rested my head on his chest.

"Oh, there's something I meant to do." I remembered, lifting my head up and looking at him. His face grew into a wide smirk and he raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah? And what would that be?" I smiled, flirtily as I sat up, causing Peter's arm to fall onto the bed. Without him noticing, I formed my right hand into a fist and proceeded to punch him quite hard on the shoulder.

"OW! What the hell was that for?!" Peter whined, rubbing his shoulder.

"Don't you EVER scare me like that again, understand?" I told him sternly. He looked at me, scared out of his mind and nodded his head quickly.

"Yes ma'am."

"Good." I smiled before laying back down. I felt Peter's hearty laugh and giggled a little bit.