Outside the High King's room of Cair Paravel, the winds blew fiercely. Thunder rang throughout the air. Rain poured on the ground, soaking any poor creature caught outside in his.

Inside the High King's room, was no better. The young king lay in his bed, covered in sweat. He lay on his side, trying to sleep. If only to make himself forget the agony he was in. His skull ached painfully, every sound caused great agony. Even the rain felt like knives.

Knowing that he couldn't sleep in this condition, Peter decided to get up. He sat slowly, groaning at his aching body. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and stood. He was met by a strong wave of dizziness, sending him onto the floor. He caught himself on the side of his bed before his body hit anything.

Peter waited for a moment until the strong wave of dizziness lessened. He stood and slowly made his way to the bathroom. He poured water into the basin and washed his face with a cool damp towel.

I'll be fine as the day goes by. Peter thought. He set the towel next to the basin.

The smell of cold water filled his lungs. His legs began shaking. His stomach lurched at the smell, making him nauseous. Peter closed his eyes and leaned over the basin. His hands shook as he held onto the counter. To his disgust, Peter retched into the basin.

His legs gave way and Peter fell once again onto the floor. Peter sat for a few minutes, regaining his breath. There was no denying his weakened state now. Peter, the High King of Narnia, was sick.

The very acceptance of the fact made Peter want to retch again. He hated being sick. Being cared for. He was the oldest, he was suppose to care for others, not the other way around.

Peter pulled himself onto his feet. He cleaned out the basin and rinsed his mouth of the horrid taste, nearly retching again in the process.

Best not to eat or drink anything today. Peter thought.

A gentle tap on his door felt like a mace against his skull. Peter peered through the doorway of his bathroom.

"Peter?" it was Lucy.

Peter groaned on the inside. If he let her into his room right this second, she would surely discover he was sick. Then Edmund and Susan would find out.

"Yes Lucy." Peter asked.

"Oh good you are awake. Susan and Edmund were hoping we could all have breakfast together. Are you decent?" Lucy asked.

"Ah, not at this moment Lucy." he looked at his sweat covered nightclothes. "Could you give me a few minutes?" Peter asked. Give him time to fake his appearance.

"Of course." Lucy sweetly answered.

Peter walked out of his bathroom and opened his dresser. He retrieved a pair of black pants and a white shirt. He changed his pants quickly with no trouble. As Peter changed his shirt, another wave of dizziness came over him. He sat quickly on his bed, waiting for it to pass.

"Peter, are you alright?" Lucy asked.

"Yes Luc, just still asleep." Peter forced a small laugh. He pulled off his nightshirt and grabbed the white shirt. The shirt held a few ties, normally used with a tunic over it. Peter pulled his arms through and stood.

"You can come in Lucy." Peter called.

The door creaked, sending mind splitting pain into his skull. He held himself from showing any sign of pain. Lucy walked into his room slowly.

"Lucy, could you hand me that brown tunic over there?" Peter asked. He sat on his bed, pulling on his shoes.

Lucy nodded and grabbed his brown tunic back his desk. Peter never was much of a housekeeper. She walked over to him and held out his tunic.

Peter stood, unexpecting of the strong wave a dizziness that met him. The room around him spun vigorously. Peter closed his eyes quickly. He felt so disoriented. He could no longer feel the floor beneath him, or hear the cries of his youngest sibling.

The room slowly came back into focus with a few blinks. Peter found himself on his back, staring up at Lucy terrified face. He could hear running feet, growing louder, making his head sear more.

"Lucy what happened?" Susan called. Her face came into Peter's line of sight, followed closely by Edmund.

"He just collapsed." Lucy answered. Tears swelled in her eyes.

Susan placed her hand on Peter's head. "He's burning up! Edmund, help me get him into bed."

Edmund and Susan carefully got Peter to his feet. "I'm fine."

"If you hadn't just collapsed in front of Lucy, we might believe that." Edmund replied. They eased Peter onto his bed.

"How long have you been feeling this way, Peter?" Susan asked.

Peter didn't answer.

"Peter." Susan warned.

"Only a few hours ago. I woke up to thunder feeling terrible." Peter mumbled.

"You're hot, dizzy, shaking. Anything else Peter?" Susan asked.

Peter shook his head.

"Alright. I'm going to talk to the medicine workers about this. Lucy, Edmund, keep Peter in bed. Tie him down if you have to. He doesn't leave." Susan warned.

Peter shot daggers at Susan with his eyes.

"And try to get him to drink something." Susan added.

Lucy stood and ran to the bathroom. She came back with a glass of water and handed it to Peter. Peter shook his head, denying the water.

"Peter." Lucy brought the cup closer to him.

Peter quickly rolled away form his siblings as his stomach retched again. Lucy quickly set the glass down. Edmund sprang out of the room after Susan.

"Susan, Peter won't be able to hold anything down. The smell makes him sick." Edmund called.

"Thank you Ed." Peter said sarcastically. He lay on his side, not finding the strength to turn onto his back anymore. His head throbbed. He closed his eyes, hoping the lack of light would lessen.

"Edmund go help Susan." Lucy ordered.

"what?" Edmund asked.

"If you're only going to harass Peter, then just leave." Lucy explained calmly.

Peter heard Edmund smile. "Alright Lu. I'll go will Susan. Just make sure Peter doesn't do anything foolish."

"I don't think we'll have to worry about that Edmund." Lucy said.

Peter heard Ed rush out of the room after Susan. Peter sighed heavily and tried to sleep. His head seemed to grow worse with every passing second. Two down, only one sibling to go. Not that Peter wanted to get rid of Lucy, he just didn't want her to see him this sick.

A light touch on his forehead caught Peter's attention. Peter opened his eyes slowly. Lucy was kneeling beside him on the floor. She gave him a comforting smile before she stood. Peter noticed several towels in her hands. He groaned inside. Leave it to Lucy to look after him.

"He's in here." Susan said. Following her, Peter suspected, was the doctor and Edmund.

"Oh dear." the doctor said. He hurried to Peter's side and knelt on the floor. He placed a hand of Peter's forehead, quickly removing it. His hand moved to Peter's neck, again removing it quickly. His face became grave with concern.

"Sire, I want you to grasp my hand as hard as you can." the doctor asked. He grabbed Peter's hand.

Peter focused on gripping, but he couldn't. his muscles were too weak. Peter shook his head at the doctor.

"I was afraid of that." the doctor said.

"What's wrong with him?" Lucy asked.

"I fear, small Queen, that your brother has developed a severe case of pneumonia." he answered.

Peter closed his eyes and pulled his hand back. He coughed harshly as he was rolled onto his back. This was not his day at all.

"Is there anything we can do to help him?" Susan asked.

"Unfortunately, all of you have to leave. It could be very contagious." he answered.

"What?" Edmund asked.

"We can't just leave Peter alone!" Susan exclaimed.

"One ill king is better than three more. Now, out!" The doctor ordered. He ushered them out of the room.

Suddenly Peter's skull racked with immense pain. His gasped and clutched his skull. It was as if someone was trying to split his skull open. The pain drowned out his hear, his eyes. His body began heating up greatly. The combination began slowly taking him from his conscious state. Peter fought hard to stay conscious, but the pain only increased. And he slipped unconscious.

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ok...so...um...yeah...how sad for peter.