Keeper Of Light |book 2|

Chapter 8. The Great Breakout

When Edgar Pevensie picked up his phone on that fateful early morning, he never expected the doctor on the other end tell him that a dead relative of his was in the hospital. And out of all the dead relatives he could mention, the name Edmund stirred more confusion in his mind. If Edmund Pevensie was here, how did he get here? Did he know of a way to go back? Rushing to the hospital, Edgar didn't know what to expect. He wasn't even sure of what lie to come up with to explain this conundrum to the medical staff who definitely had questions.

"Mr. Pevensie," the doctor pulled down his glasses and extended his hand for Edgar to shake, "we do have questions." Of course they did.

"We pulled out his medical files and according to our data he was born in the 1930s," the doctor continued as they walked down the hospital corridor. Edgar was running possible scenarios through his head.

The doctor paused before opened the door to one of the rooms, "he is on a lot of morphine, it is the second time this tame he has tried to escape, unsuccessful attempts, but still, we are very worried." He opened the door and Edgar walked in. The same dark brown hair, pale face, and a pained expression he saw on the limited amounts of family photos his father had.

"That's my uncle-cousin, my cousin Edmund, he looks a lot like his grandfather-"

The doctor looked straight at him, "the grandfather who died at 19 years old?"

"Yes! A terrible out of wedlock scandal this little rascal is, I mean his father is," Edgar cleared his throat, he wasn't too good at lying, "may I talk to him?"

The doctor came closer to him and checked his vitals, "when he comes to yes. Feel free to stay in this room if you'd like, there is a vending machine down the hall if you get hungry, him waking up might take a while."

The second the doctor closed the door, Edgar sighed, grabbing onto his hair with both his hands. Biting his lip he turned around to look at Edmund who didn't move a muscle. What was he going to do? He had a dead relative from another realm suddenly materialize in front of him. Was it really Edmund? Pulling out his phone he debated dialing Angelina, since she definitely knew him better than he ever did, but he quickly put his phone down. Calling her was risky, she might cause unnecessary havoc, she'd want to get him out of the hospital. Edgar needed water, and a lot of it to think. He had ran all the way here without even getting breakfast.

Walking down to the vending machine he pulled a couple of coins from his pocket. Some water and a bag of chips sounded like enough. Walking back to the room he noticed the same doctor talking to some nurse.

"We'd have to call the police doctor, if this young man was attacked we have to report it," the nurse said and the doctor nodded his head, agreeing with her.

Great, now Edgar had even more problems on his shoulders. If he were to get Edmund out, they knew his name, they'd find him. Beating his head against the wall Edgar tried to think. He didn't know anyone else in London, except for Angelina. Suddenly it hit Edgar, he did have a distant and old relative living in Birmingham, only 102 miles away from London, he could take Edmund there.

Pulling the door opened he looked back to watch the doctor and the nurse, he didn't even notice how Edmund was a wake and curiously watching him.

"Agh-" Edgar yelped out and stopped in his tracks as he saw Edmund staring him down, "you're awake."

"And you are?" Edmund asked, searching his hands for any weapons.

Edgar tossed the chips to him, "I am here to get you a snack, you must be famished with all this terrible hospital food," he watched Edmund catch the bag and examine it.