The Games - A PP OUAT Fanfiction

Seventeen.

The sickness was getting worse. I had a pounding headache and it was hard to breathe without coughing.

Pan was going insane. He was checking on me every five minutes and made me drink a lot of water - so much that I had to get Edith to help me use the bathroom every half an hour or so. After the seventeenth trip, Pan started going hysterical. He wouldn't leave me alone. He would never leave my side. He stayed by my mattress the whole time I was there and refused to speak. He even went with me and Edith when I used the bathroom. Hey, at least he turned around.

When night came rolling around I couldn't hold it in any more. To put it lightly, I exploded. Mostly inside. Outside I showed more calm than I felt. I stood up from my mattress, slapping Pan away when he tried to help. I was on my knees when he suddenly grabbed my elbows and hauled me to my feet, making me yelp in pain. He instantly bit his lip and stepped back, his hands curled into fists at his sides. I caught my breath and coughed a little, but otherwise stood straight and tall in front of him.

"What are you doING?" I asked, trying to stay calm, but my voice raised at the end.

He looked at the dirt. "Do you mean trying to help?" His voice was rough and he sounded terrible.

"Why? Do you know what's wrong with me?" He didn't answer. He just stared at the ground. "What?" I demanded, taking a painful step forward. "What's wrong with me?"

He shook his head and raked a hand through his hair, turning around. "You know, all this secretive crap is really starting to piss me off," I growled out.

His chuckle held no humor and he turned back to look at me. "You know, you're really intimidating when you threaten like that. Especially when you curse."

I couldn't help cracking a grin as I looked down, trying to shield my face with my hair. I tried not to laugh but I couldn't help letting a small one out. I looked up at Pan with my serious face back on and stared at him. He wouldn't meet my eyes. I took a painful step forward and then another. I was going to take another one, but I got a little dizzy and lost my balance. Just before I lost it completely two hands shot out and caught my arms. I put my hands on the arms and gripped them, my eyes closed tightly, and I bit my lip. I felt a hand on my face and opened my eyes. Pan was staring at me with strange eyes. The hand that was still on my arm slid down to my waist and he pulled me into his chest, digging his head into my neck and moving his hands, one to the middle of my back and one to the back of my neck. I didn't like admitting it, but that was a really good feeling, him holding me like that. I hoped he couldn't hear my heart about to come out of my chest. I hesitated, unsure what to do. So I just put my hands on his sides and waited.

"Do you have any idea how to comfort someone?" he whispered into my neck.

I couldn't help laughing a bit. "No. I've never really had to comfort anyone before." My nervousness was evident. I felt him smirk against my skin.

"Tell me what to do," I said, my awkwardness lacing my voice. "I want to do something, but I don't know what."

He sighed slowly and lightly, the air tickling my neck and making me giggle. I rolled my eyes and fake-punched him in the stomach. He still flinched like it hurt, making me laugh more, even though it hurt. He pulled back enough to look me in the eyes. He searched my eyes and I wanted so bad to look away. But I couldn't. I was stuck. I tried to get out of his hold but he just tightened it. His eyes flickered down to my lips and back up again, and he bit his lip. I knew what he wanted. I knew he wanted to kiss me, but for some reason I didn't know, I just couldn't.

I looked down at his green shirt. "I can't."

His fingers lifted my chin but I didn't meet his eyes. He leaned in to kiss me but I turned away. He sighed quietly and started to release me but I put my arms around him and put my head on his shoulder. He put his arms around me again and I could feel him smirking even though his lips weren't touching me. "Can't get enough of this, can you?"