Lost - Edmund Pevensie

Chapter Four

When Edmund finally got a good look at the back of her shoulder, his body tensed slightly. He hadn't intended to hurt her and this wasn't just a small cut, it was huge and there was already blood running down her back. He instantly felt a little guilty, looking down.

"Oh, quit looking around like that. Both of you. Sit down. I knew I shouldn't have left the two of you alone." Madelyn did as she was told and sat down. The adrenaline was now starting to wear off and she was starting to feel more pain. She felt blood running down her back. The thing was though, she wasn't panicking. At least not as much as Trumpkin seemed to be.

Trumpkin walked closer to her to get a good look at the cut. He pulled out some things from the small bag he was carrying.

"This is really deep."

"Well we just put a bandage on it, right? I don't really feel it. I'm sure it's fine." Madelyn had a small idea of what he was about to say, but she didn't want to hear it. Edmund and Trumpkin both shared a confused look.

"No, of course not. You're going to need stitches." Madelyn's eyes widened and she jumped back up.

"No! I mean, I'm good. Really. I'll be fine, no stitches needed." Edmund looked at her raised eyebrows.

"What? No, you're not fine. It's a deep cut." Madelyn pouted and Trumpkin just looked at her as if she was done.

"No, come on Trumpkin, please." She was pleading at this point. Edmund looked at her in bewilderment. Trumpkin looked at her like she was crazy. Madelyn's eyes flickered over to Edmund.

"Ed,"

Ed? Since when did she call him that?

"Help me out here, please. I'm fine." Edmund shook his head, hiding an amused smile.

"It looks pretty deep. I'm with Trumpkin." Madelyn looked at him with wide, panicky eyes like he'd betrayed her.

"Quit fussing, just sit back down. You won't even feel it." She sat down reluctantly.

"But I will, you don't get it. I'm only scared of like two things in my entire life and needles are one of the two. I'm deathly afraid of needles." She had a pained look on her face. If the cut wasn't bothering her before, it definitely was now.

Trumpkin pulled out everything needed to stitch it and she looked at his hands with wide eyes like he had just pulled out a knife to slit her throat and kill her.

"Lie down on your stomach so I can do this right." Madelyn gave him one last pleading look before obeying and laying down on her back.

Trumpkin cleaned the blood on her back with a clean cloth the best he could. Madelyn flinched and sucked in a breath at the sting from the cloth. Edmund stood next to her and looked down in guilt.

After cleaning up the blood, Trumpkin pulled out a clean needle, about to get started. Madelyn saw the needle out of the corner of her eye and was about to jump back up when Trumpkin put his hand on her back.

"Don't." The closer the needle got to her skin, the more she started trying to move away.

"Okay, you're being really annoying. How am I supposed to do this if you keep trying to jump away? Just look away." He moved the needle back towards her and she struggled to get away.

Trumpkin looked at Edmund. "I'm gonna need your help, she won't keep still." Madelyn glared at Edmund, hoping that her death stare scared him away.

"Don't you dare. I swear, if you even try, I will-" Edmund cut her off.

"Sorry." Edmund shrugged before proceeding to put on hand on the shoulder that wasn't hurt and one on her lower back. The weight of his arms was enough to hold her down enough for Trumpkin.