A/N: I've been sick...and I just got married so sooooo sorry for the delay! Hope you enjoy this. More of a filler chapter so sorry it's short . Love you all…I'll probably be working on the next chapter tomorrow.

Special thanks to Christine Writer for her comments and Inspiring story.

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"Thomas, you cannot expect us to leave after Peter just re-opened his wounds! He'll die!" Evey stated boldly, crossing over to the window to shut the curtains.

Thomas turned his gaze to the wood floor and pretended to shuffle something with his boot.

" No." Thomas started with a long pause, causing Evey to sigh with relief.

"Peter and I have to go alone."

The young woman could not believe her ears. Her head shot up angrily in Thomas' direction.

"Y-You can't! No!" She shouted.

Thomas moved to her now shaking form and placed his hands on her shoulders. His eyes, filled with sadness stared down into her hurt, confused face.

"It will be far to dangero-"

"Suppose you go alone! Suppose you leave this fair young lady waiting for an eternity at her doorstep night and day. Who is to take care of him? When he is too weak to go on…when he can't take another step, will you know what to do?" Evey's voice changed to a desperate, threatening tone.

She suddenly remembered Peter's presence and turned to meet his gaze. Her heart broke when she saw the tears welling up in his eyes. He held out his bruised hand and she took it gently, kneeling at his bedside.

"Evey…Thomas is right. If something happened to you…"

Peter could barely finish his sentence before Evey wrapped her arms around him.

"I can't lose you again, Peter." She whispered in his ear. "I would rather risk my own death."

Mrs. Ardin remained silent during this conflict, feeling it was not her place.

Thomas brushed his fingers through his hair and moved towards the door. "We'll stay a while longer. You're right about Peter." He stated turning towards his best friend. "You have to get a bit stronger buddy."

Evey understood Thomas' urgency in getting away, but she was relieved to hear that Peter could recover a little more. Perhaps she could still persuade them to take her along.

Sudden fears entered her mind. Visions of all of them dying at the hands of the Nazis. Bloody images of her beloved friend's death in the cold snow.

She could do it. She would follow them. Fear would not stop her from protecting what was most precious to her.

As Thomas and Mrs. Ardin left the room, Evey dimmed the lights and gently kissed Peter's forehead.

"Get some sleep, Peter." She murmured. The young man's battered eyes blinked heavily and then closed almost immediately, as if he had been waiting for permission to do so. His fragile frame finally relaxed and soon he was snoring softly.

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A/N: I'm ashamed at how short this chapter is…but I have a limited amount of time on the computer since I don't have one at home anymore. Please forgive me! Lol

Does this stink worse than the last chappy. Im so nervous. Haven't posted a new chapter in years. Haha I will be posting the next chapter shortly. See you then.