Right by your side || The Chronicles of Narnia

Reversing the roles

"Ed. Edmund. Ed please."
Edmund frowned slightly as his eyes slowly opened, and found himself staring at Peter's back.
"No, Ed."
At hearing Peter's voice again, Edmund immediately sat up, just as Peter rolled onto his back, tossing his head back and forth.
"Peter." Edmund said quickly, shaking his brothers shoulders. "Pete, it's alright. I'm here."
Two tears rolled down Peter's cheeks as he tossed his head again. "Edmund please." He choked.
Edmund sighed a little. "Peter I'm fine." He said desperately. "Please wake up. I'm right here, I'm alright."
When Peter once again didn't wake up, Edmund had no idea what to do, usually it was Peter trying to wake him up during a nightmare, not the other way around.
Sighing again Edmund shook Peter's shoulders again, with as much strength as he had, which still wasn't much. "Peter!" He said as loudly as he dared. "Pete!"
And then finaly Peter's eyes snapped open, him letting out a gasp as they did.
Edmund breathed a sigh of relief and removed his hand from Peter's shoulders. "Peter?" He asked hesitantly.
Peter swallowed hard, reaching up to wipe the sweat from his forehead before glancing over at his brother. "Ed?" He choked, a small frown on his face.
Edmund nodded slowly. "It's me." He mumbled, letting out a small cough and only how realising just how much his throat still hurt, and him shouting just then probably hadn't helped.
Peter stared at him for a while before taking a deep breath. "You're-"
"I'm alive." Edmund quickly cut him off, his voice firm. "I promise, I'm not - not dead. You got the apple remember?"
Peter swallowed hard before slowly nodding, licking his lips before wrapping his arms tightly around Edmund's shoulders, pulling him down against his chest, his breathing heavy.
Edmund sighed sadly and rested his head against Peter's shoudler, burying his face against his too hot neck.
"Oh Pete, you're burning up." Edmund mumbled sadly.
Peter took a deep, shaky breath. "I'm alright." He whispered.
Edmund rolled his eyes. "No you're not." He sighed.
"Well neither are you." Peter replied, his voice quiet.
"I'm much better than I was earlier Pete." Edmund muttered. "But you just seem to be getting worse."
Peter didn't say anything and just tightened his grip around his brothers shoulders, placing a kiss to the top of his head.
Edmund just lay there, allowing Peter to reassure himself that his little brother was alive, that is until Peter froze completely.
"Peter?" Edmund questioned, glancing worridley up at his brother.
Two seconds later Peter unwrapped his arms from around his brother and clambered out of bed, dashing to the bathroom and slamming the door behind him.
Edmund's eyes went wide and he immediately pulled back the covers, swinging his legs over the side of the bed before standing, only to immediately collapse onto the floor.
He gasped as he hit the ground, before groaning and rolling onto his back.
After a very short time he managed to force himself into a sitting position, leaning against the bed for a second before pulling himself to his feet, gripping the bedside table to steady himself.
Once he'd got his balance back he dashed over to the bathroom, shoving open the door to see Peter just standing from where he'd been kneeling in front of the toilet, wiping a hand over his mouth.
"Peter." Edmund sighed, walking over to him and wrapping an arm around his waist when he swayed.
"I'm okay." Peter choked, leaning against the sink and pressing his forehead against the cold glass of the mirror.
Edmund sighed in an annoyed way, keeping his arm around his brother waist. "Peter seriously." He mumbled. "You're not okay."
Peter didn't say anything and just sighed.
"Maybe I should get a healer or something." Edmund suggested.
Peter shook his head. "No Ed." He choked. "It's alright."
"Are you sure?" Edmund asked hesitantly.
Peter sighed before splashing his face with cold water, taking a deep breath as he straightened again. "I'm sure." He whispered.
Edmund sighed but nodded slowly. "Pete you got your shirt all wet." He mumbled.
Peter glanced down and sighed, already heading back into the bedroom.
Edmund quickly followed, his arm securely around Peter's waist.
Peter didn't say anything as he walked over and grabbed a dry night shirt from the wardrobe, pulling his wet one over his head and throwing it at the end of his bed.
"Peter!" Edmund suddenly exclaimed, loud enough to make Peter jump.
"What?" Peter choked, slipping from Edmund's grip and stitting down at the end of the bed, about to pull the shirt of his head, only to be stopped by his brother.
"What's that?!" Edmund asked, his voice full of shock.
"What's what?" Peter whispered, looking genuinely confused.
"On your stomach?!" Edmund said.
Peter looked down, for the first time seeing the long scar that went across his whole stomach. Sighing he looked back up at Edmund. "The wound must've scarred." He said with a weak shrug. "You know, the one from the hag's knife."
Edmund stared for a long while before sighing. "What happened when you were gone?" He asked, sitting beside his brother as Peter put the shirt on.
Peter swallowed hard. "We'll talk about it another time." He whispered.
Edmund nodded. "Alright." He whispered, before standing and pulling Peter to his feet, leading him around to the side of the bed.
"What are you doing?" Peter asked, confused.
Edmund gave a small smile. "Reversing the roles." He said as he gently helped Peter back into bed, climbing in beside him.
Peter smiled and pulled Edmund close, placing a kiss to the side of his head. "What would I ever do without you." He murmered in his ear.
Edmund smiled but said nothing, burying his face against Peter's chest. "Go back to sleep Peter." He whispered after a long while. "You need it."
Peter smiled a bit more and nodded, his eyes slowly slipping shut.
And Edmund stayed awake, just watching Peter sleep, feeling relieved that he was here, and more importantly alive.

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