Neverland's Angel

Chapter 7

Emily shoved a stool over to Peter's bed. Hopping up onto it, she tucked a thermometer under his arm. When it beeped, she glanced at it, relieved to see the his body temperature was 38 degrees Celsius, just one degree over the 37degrees Celsius the human body sat around. Her work paid off, his fever had passed over. Peter was gonna be alright. Suddenly she shrunk again, this time standing an staggering four inches tall, standing roughly a foot or two taller than Slightly. "Well, at least the fever's gone or treating it would be a little more difficult." She walked down his side to the bandage around his middle and carefully began to unwind it. She was focused on getting the bandage off without hurting him, pondering on how to wrap the new one around the wound at her new size, when she felt the bed shake. At first she figured Peter was shifting in his sleep, but then something wrapped around her body, trapping her. She struggled a bit as she was moved up to his face. She was released and saw a giant pair of dark chocolate brown eyes staring at her in confusion and shock. "Wendy...?"