Prompt #2 - Sickness
Wow, I'm pretty stoked that I wrote this as quickly as I did! But I had a lot of fun, and I hope you all have a good time reading it. Umph, I had something else to ask you guys, but I forgot. :( Oh well. I hope you all like!!
Title: In Sickness and In Health
Author: Ana
Rating: PG3/4
Genre: Humor (again, hopefully)
Disclaimer: Ha, I wish.
The song I’ll walk Alone was written in 1944 by Sammy Cahn and Jule Styne. So, there you go, the time frame is 1944.
and now for your pleasure!
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“Now, remember, Edmund needs to have this at 21:00,” Mrs. Pevensie handed a brown, glass bottle to Susan.
“Ok, Mum,” Susan said exasperated.
“And don’t let the children run the house,” said Mr. Pevensie while straightening his tie, “They need to rest. Edmund should not leave his room.”
“Oh, they can’t be that bad,” huffed Peter.
“Not going to school during the day warrants staying in bed at night,” a mink coat quickly found Mrs. Pevensie’s shoulders. “You have the number to get a hold of us. We’ll be back no later than midnight.”
The eldest two followed their parents to the door. They watched Mr. Pevensie hold the door for their mother, and then started out the door himself. “Have fun tonight!” Peter called, while slinking a hand onto Susan’s lower back. She cracked a small grin.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Pevensie popped his head back in. Peter shot his hand away and Susan straightened her face. “You two behave, too.”
Peter blushed, “Uh, ok, Dad.”
Mr. Pevensie left for a final time letting Peter and Susan exhale the breath they both were holding. Susan shot him a look of disapproval.
“Oh, Su,” Peter leaned in towards her, “He didn’t see.”
Peter was getting closer, and she could feel his breath upon her lips. She closed her eyes, “SUSANNNNNN!!!!”
Startled, Susan flinched causing for her forehead to collide into the bridge of Peter’s nose. “SUSAN!”
Ignoring Peter, Susan hustled up the stairs to Lucy’s room. “Lucy, what is it?” Susan caught her breath on the frame of the door.
“I ran out of tissues,” Lucy answered hoarsely coughing a little.
“Alright, sweetie,” Susan went to the door and yelled down the stairs, “Peter, bring a box of tissues up here.”
As if it were fate, Peter strolled up the stairs holding a box under his arm while holding the flimsy paper to his nose.
“What happened to you?... Nevermind.” She grabbed the box and sat on Lucy’s bed. After giving the box, Susan moved Lucy’s hair aside and felt her forehead. “Your fever is starting to go down.”
“I still feel like cr…” Susan’s eyes widened, “ud.”
“Alright, well, call Peter or me if you need anything.”
“Thank you, Florence.”
Giving a face, Susan kissed Lucy’s head and walked out the door. Thud.
“Where’ve you been?” Susan demanded from Peter.
“I changed my shirt,” he defended, holding a blood spattered one in his hand.
“I’m sorry I hit your nose,” Susan’s head fell and fiddled with the edges of Peter’s white t-shirt.
“Oh, c’mon,” he grabbed her hand, “Mum and Dad are gone.” They walked back downstairs hand in hand, but quickly let go.
“Hey,” Edmund sat on a stool at the counter having cookies and juice.
“What are you doing out of bed?!” Peter scolded.
“Eating. Duh.”
“WHAT HAVE YOU TOUCHED?!?!” Susan freaked out.
“Umm…”
“Edmund! You can’t touch anything!!” Susan went to the sink and waited for the water to get hot.
“Well how the bloody hell am I supposed to get food when you two are probably talking about snogging some place!??!” Edmund subconsciously rubbed his left eye.
“ED!” Peter slapped Edmund’s hand away.
“Peter!” Susan went to slap Peter’s hand away from Edmund’s but ended up throwing the washrag into Peter’s face.
“SUSAN!!!!!”
“SORRRRRY!!!”
Turing on his heel, Peter walked back upstairs to put on a dry shirt. “Make sure you wash your hands,” Susan yelled after him.
She saw him wave it off, and Susan knew he’d get over it quickly. If he didn’t she could think of ways to make him forgive her.
“Alright, Ed,” Susan calmly turned to her younger brother to see goo and crust still around Edmund’s eyes, more so the left than right. “One more cookie and finish your juice.”
Sneaking five more cookies into his robe pocket, Susan filled the sink with steaming hot water ready for Edmund’s contaminated dishes.
“Here, Susan,” Edmund snide making his eyes as wide as possible as he placed his dishes in the soapy water.
“Edmund, go away,” Susan scooted away.
“Look into my eyes… Look into my eyes…”
“Ed…”
“Susannnn…fix meee...”
“EDMUND!” Susan ran away from her brother into the dining room, which circled into the family room, passing the front door and stairs, finally leading back into the kitchen, all while Edmund made ghost sounds wavering his arms in the air.
Susan made the loop again while yelling “EDMUND!”, “HELP ME!”, and “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” Upon this loop, Edmund was so engrossed in his own mockery that he failed to notice that Peter blocked Ed’s pathway from the family room to the foyer.
“FFFFF… uuggghhh!!! MY EYE!!!” Edmund has his eyes closed tight and now had his hand in front of him. “PETER!!!”
“Serves you right. You’re not supposed to be out of your room.”
“I WAS HUNGRY!!”
“For what? A Susan Sandwich?”
“Shut up,” Edmund slowly opened his eyes.
“Go to your room. And don’t touch the walls.”
Edmund gave a ‘pch’, and stomped back upstairs. Peter went into the kitchen to find Susan scrubbing down the refrigerator, its contents, the counter, and the stool. Peter went to the sink and starting doing Edmund’s dishes. “Handling everything alright?”
“Oh, please,” Susan said giving a smile. “It’s just like having children.”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“I think children someday will be nice.”
“I hope they’re not like you!”
“Peter Pevensie! Good heavens, why not?!”
“I don’t even want to think about multiple Susan’s running all around this place. And if they have any brains like yours, they will give you so much grief that even your logic won’t be able to sort things out.”
“Ah, that’s why I’ll teach them what I want them to know,” she put the juice container back and closed the door. Susan went up behind Peter, wrapped her arms around his middle and put the washcloth in the water.
He turned around and put his soapy went hands on her waist. All would have been romantic until Peter heard Susan screech, “YOU HAVE ESSENCE OF EDMUND ON YOU!!!”
As Susan scrambled away and into the next room, Peter pulled his shirt away to reveal to himself the crust and goop that Edmund had left when he was the picturesque of Halloween. “PETER GO CHANGE!!!” was projected from the other room.
After Peter had left the kitchen - again, - Susan took the brown bottle that was left for Edmund’s eye. ‘Gaaahhhh,’ and a shutter is all that came to Susan.
Taking the eye dropper and the brown bottle in hand, she headed up the stairs. On her way to Edmund’s room she stopped and popped her head in Lucy’s. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired. Will you come read me a story?”
“I’ll send Peter in, ok?”
Lucy replied with a smile.
Susan backtracked down the hallway to her older brother’s room who just got a fresh t-shirt on while the dirty, contaminated, and wet ones occupied the floor. “Will you please go read a story to Lucy? She looks pretty beat, so probably half a book will do.”
“Alright. I could’ve done Edmund’s eye.”
“Oh, it’s alright. I’ve already touched the eyedropper.”
Susan shuffled down the hallway past Lucy’s to Edmund’s room. Since the door was closed, she tapped the glass bottle on the door. “Ed?” There was no answer. “Edmund?”
Silently, she opened the door to find the lamp on Edmund’s night stand still on and an open book resting on his stomach. “Edmund,” Susan cooed. “Edmund wake up,” she shook him lightly. ‘Eeehhh, his eyes are SICK!’
“Edmund,” she said a little louder. “Edmund,” she leaned a little closer.
“PLEASE WALK ALONE!!!” Edmund’s eyes shot as wide as he could muster and jumped a little into Susan’s face. Thus making Susan scream bloody murder. “AND SEND YOUR LOVE AND YOUR KISSES!!!…” Edmund continued to chorus.
“YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!!”
“TO GUIDE ME! TILL YOU’RE WALKING BESIDE ME, I’LL WALK ALONE!!!” Edmund gave a falsetto note at the end and gave a smile to Susan.
She gave him the motherly finger of disapproval and clenched her teeth to avoid giving obstinacies to her ‘devil of a brother.’ “Open your eye,” Susan sulked through breaths.
“Oh, Su, it’s not that bad looking,” Edmund tilted his head back.
“Yes, it is. I have never seen pink eye as bad as yours,” Susan put a drop of the medicine into one eye like it was about to bite her.
“You’re just jealous.”
“That’s it,” Susan gave the last drop and held the eye dropper with the least amount of her fingers as possible. “Night, Edmund.”
“Goodnight, Susan dearest.”
“I LOVE YOU, SUSAN!!”
“I hate you, Edmund.”
Susan was on her way back down the stairs, however when she passed her last sibling’s room she could faintly hear, “Susan… Suuusssaannnn…”
Confused, Susan looked into Lucy’s room to see Lucy’s comfortably snuggled against Peter’s side. He was still holding the book they were reading (Sleeping Beauty), but his face and, actually, everything else around him suggested otherwise. For Lucy had hurled in the middle of her sleep. “Susan… Help me!!” Peter halfly whispered.
“Ok,” Susan had to look away to stop herself from puking, “Let me put this down.”
“Hurry!!”
After making the water warm for her to wash her hands, and getting a fresh wash cloth, she scurried back up the stairs. First thing she did was take the book out of Peter’s hands. Next thing she did was lift Lucy’s head so Peter could get his arm free. The action after that was in question. Peter decided that Lucy needed to be bathed, so, since he was already covered in Lucy’s stomach contents, he carried her to the bathroom after Susan filled the tub. “Lu,” Peter stroked her arm in his arms. Lucy stirred. “Lu, you need to bathe ok?”
“Why?”
“It’s ok, you didn’t mean to,” Peter reassured. “You’ll be clean in no time.”
Lucy looked down at herself to see what had happened, but was either too tired or sick to make a scene and leaned her head against Peter’s shoulder. “Sorry.”
“Shhh, it’s ok.” He placed Lucy on the toilet, and let Susan take over. “I’ll go change her sheets.”
Susan gave a small smile of appreciation while she helped Lucy undo her nightgown. After the bath, Susan helped get Lucy into a new gown and put the youngest into her arms. In the short walk from the bathroom to Lucy’s room, Susan truly could not wait till she had children.
Peter had just finished putting the new sheets on the bed when Susan came in with Lucy. Both tucked their sister back into bed, kissed her goodnight, and left. “You’re a good nurse,” Peter chuckled.
“You’re a good brother,” Susan’s eyes twinkled. “Go change your shirt, and I’ll be downstairs.”
Susan returned downstairs to finish the dishes from dinner. While she was caught up in her thoughts of school and swimming that she did not heard Peter creep behind her. He startled her by putting his arms around her body. “Lucky, I just finished,” she pulled the plug to the sink and turned around to face her brother.
To her surprise, he was not wearing a shirt. “Peter,” Susan gasped, “You need to put a shirt on!”
“I don’t have anymore clean ones.”
“Well, that is quite a shame,” she leaned in and barely graced his lips when they heard:
“We’re home!”
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Leave me some love!
Title: In Sickness and In Health
Author: Ana
Rating: PG3/4
Genre: Humor (again, hopefully)
Disclaimer: Ha, I wish.
The song I’ll walk Alone was written in 1944 by Sammy Cahn and Jule Styne. So, there you go, the time frame is 1944.
and now for your pleasure!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Now, remember, Edmund needs to have this at 21:00,” Mrs. Pevensie handed a brown, glass bottle to Susan.
“Ok, Mum,” Susan said exasperated.
“And don’t let the children run the house,” said Mr. Pevensie while straightening his tie, “They need to rest. Edmund should not leave his room.”
“Oh, they can’t be that bad,” huffed Peter.
“Not going to school during the day warrants staying in bed at night,” a mink coat quickly found Mrs. Pevensie’s shoulders. “You have the number to get a hold of us. We’ll be back no later than midnight.”
The eldest two followed their parents to the door. They watched Mr. Pevensie hold the door for their mother, and then started out the door himself. “Have fun tonight!” Peter called, while slinking a hand onto Susan’s lower back. She cracked a small grin.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Pevensie popped his head back in. Peter shot his hand away and Susan straightened her face. “You two behave, too.”
Peter blushed, “Uh, ok, Dad.”
Mr. Pevensie left for a final time letting Peter and Susan exhale the breath they both were holding. Susan shot him a look of disapproval.
“Oh, Su,” Peter leaned in towards her, “He didn’t see.”
Peter was getting closer, and she could feel his breath upon her lips. She closed her eyes, “SUSANNNNNN!!!!”
Startled, Susan flinched causing for her forehead to collide into the bridge of Peter’s nose. “SUSAN!”
Ignoring Peter, Susan hustled up the stairs to Lucy’s room. “Lucy, what is it?” Susan caught her breath on the frame of the door.
“I ran out of tissues,” Lucy answered hoarsely coughing a little.
“Alright, sweetie,” Susan went to the door and yelled down the stairs, “Peter, bring a box of tissues up here.”
As if it were fate, Peter strolled up the stairs holding a box under his arm while holding the flimsy paper to his nose.
“What happened to you?... Nevermind.” She grabbed the box and sat on Lucy’s bed. After giving the box, Susan moved Lucy’s hair aside and felt her forehead. “Your fever is starting to go down.”
“I still feel like cr…” Susan’s eyes widened, “ud.”
“Alright, well, call Peter or me if you need anything.”
“Thank you, Florence.”
Giving a face, Susan kissed Lucy’s head and walked out the door. Thud.
“Where’ve you been?” Susan demanded from Peter.
“I changed my shirt,” he defended, holding a blood spattered one in his hand.
“I’m sorry I hit your nose,” Susan’s head fell and fiddled with the edges of Peter’s white t-shirt.
“Oh, c’mon,” he grabbed her hand, “Mum and Dad are gone.” They walked back downstairs hand in hand, but quickly let go.
“Hey,” Edmund sat on a stool at the counter having cookies and juice.
“What are you doing out of bed?!” Peter scolded.
“Eating. Duh.”
“WHAT HAVE YOU TOUCHED?!?!” Susan freaked out.
“Umm…”
“Edmund! You can’t touch anything!!” Susan went to the sink and waited for the water to get hot.
“Well how the bloody hell am I supposed to get food when you two are probably talking about snogging some place!??!” Edmund subconsciously rubbed his left eye.
“ED!” Peter slapped Edmund’s hand away.
“Peter!” Susan went to slap Peter’s hand away from Edmund’s but ended up throwing the washrag into Peter’s face.
“SUSAN!!!!!”
“SORRRRRY!!!”
Turing on his heel, Peter walked back upstairs to put on a dry shirt. “Make sure you wash your hands,” Susan yelled after him.
She saw him wave it off, and Susan knew he’d get over it quickly. If he didn’t she could think of ways to make him forgive her.
“Alright, Ed,” Susan calmly turned to her younger brother to see goo and crust still around Edmund’s eyes, more so the left than right. “One more cookie and finish your juice.”
Sneaking five more cookies into his robe pocket, Susan filled the sink with steaming hot water ready for Edmund’s contaminated dishes.
“Here, Susan,” Edmund snide making his eyes as wide as possible as he placed his dishes in the soapy water.
“Edmund, go away,” Susan scooted away.
“Look into my eyes… Look into my eyes…”
“Ed…”
“Susannnn…fix meee...”
“EDMUND!” Susan ran away from her brother into the dining room, which circled into the family room, passing the front door and stairs, finally leading back into the kitchen, all while Edmund made ghost sounds wavering his arms in the air.
Susan made the loop again while yelling “EDMUND!”, “HELP ME!”, and “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” Upon this loop, Edmund was so engrossed in his own mockery that he failed to notice that Peter blocked Ed’s pathway from the family room to the foyer.
“FFFFF… uuggghhh!!! MY EYE!!!” Edmund has his eyes closed tight and now had his hand in front of him. “PETER!!!”
“Serves you right. You’re not supposed to be out of your room.”
“I WAS HUNGRY!!”
“For what? A Susan Sandwich?”
“Shut up,” Edmund slowly opened his eyes.
“Go to your room. And don’t touch the walls.”
Edmund gave a ‘pch’, and stomped back upstairs. Peter went into the kitchen to find Susan scrubbing down the refrigerator, its contents, the counter, and the stool. Peter went to the sink and starting doing Edmund’s dishes. “Handling everything alright?”
“Oh, please,” Susan said giving a smile. “It’s just like having children.”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
“I think children someday will be nice.”
“I hope they’re not like you!”
“Peter Pevensie! Good heavens, why not?!”
“I don’t even want to think about multiple Susan’s running all around this place. And if they have any brains like yours, they will give you so much grief that even your logic won’t be able to sort things out.”
“Ah, that’s why I’ll teach them what I want them to know,” she put the juice container back and closed the door. Susan went up behind Peter, wrapped her arms around his middle and put the washcloth in the water.
He turned around and put his soapy went hands on her waist. All would have been romantic until Peter heard Susan screech, “YOU HAVE ESSENCE OF EDMUND ON YOU!!!”
As Susan scrambled away and into the next room, Peter pulled his shirt away to reveal to himself the crust and goop that Edmund had left when he was the picturesque of Halloween. “PETER GO CHANGE!!!” was projected from the other room.
After Peter had left the kitchen - again, - Susan took the brown bottle that was left for Edmund’s eye. ‘Gaaahhhh,’ and a shutter is all that came to Susan.
Taking the eye dropper and the brown bottle in hand, she headed up the stairs. On her way to Edmund’s room she stopped and popped her head in Lucy’s. “How are you feeling?”
“Tired. Will you come read me a story?”
“I’ll send Peter in, ok?”
Lucy replied with a smile.
Susan backtracked down the hallway to her older brother’s room who just got a fresh t-shirt on while the dirty, contaminated, and wet ones occupied the floor. “Will you please go read a story to Lucy? She looks pretty beat, so probably half a book will do.”
“Alright. I could’ve done Edmund’s eye.”
“Oh, it’s alright. I’ve already touched the eyedropper.”
Susan shuffled down the hallway past Lucy’s to Edmund’s room. Since the door was closed, she tapped the glass bottle on the door. “Ed?” There was no answer. “Edmund?”
Silently, she opened the door to find the lamp on Edmund’s night stand still on and an open book resting on his stomach. “Edmund,” Susan cooed. “Edmund wake up,” she shook him lightly. ‘Eeehhh, his eyes are SICK!’
“Edmund,” she said a little louder. “Edmund,” she leaned a little closer.
“PLEASE WALK ALONE!!!” Edmund’s eyes shot as wide as he could muster and jumped a little into Susan’s face. Thus making Susan scream bloody murder. “AND SEND YOUR LOVE AND YOUR KISSES!!!…” Edmund continued to chorus.
“YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!!”
“TO GUIDE ME! TILL YOU’RE WALKING BESIDE ME, I’LL WALK ALONE!!!” Edmund gave a falsetto note at the end and gave a smile to Susan.
She gave him the motherly finger of disapproval and clenched her teeth to avoid giving obstinacies to her ‘devil of a brother.’ “Open your eye,” Susan sulked through breaths.
“Oh, Su, it’s not that bad looking,” Edmund tilted his head back.
“Yes, it is. I have never seen pink eye as bad as yours,” Susan put a drop of the medicine into one eye like it was about to bite her.
“You’re just jealous.”
“That’s it,” Susan gave the last drop and held the eye dropper with the least amount of her fingers as possible. “Night, Edmund.”
“Goodnight, Susan dearest.”
“I LOVE YOU, SUSAN!!”
“I hate you, Edmund.”
Susan was on her way back down the stairs, however when she passed her last sibling’s room she could faintly hear, “Susan… Suuusssaannnn…”
Confused, Susan looked into Lucy’s room to see Lucy’s comfortably snuggled against Peter’s side. He was still holding the book they were reading (Sleeping Beauty), but his face and, actually, everything else around him suggested otherwise. For Lucy had hurled in the middle of her sleep. “Susan… Help me!!” Peter halfly whispered.
“Ok,” Susan had to look away to stop herself from puking, “Let me put this down.”
“Hurry!!”
After making the water warm for her to wash her hands, and getting a fresh wash cloth, she scurried back up the stairs. First thing she did was take the book out of Peter’s hands. Next thing she did was lift Lucy’s head so Peter could get his arm free. The action after that was in question. Peter decided that Lucy needed to be bathed, so, since he was already covered in Lucy’s stomach contents, he carried her to the bathroom after Susan filled the tub. “Lu,” Peter stroked her arm in his arms. Lucy stirred. “Lu, you need to bathe ok?”
“Why?”
“It’s ok, you didn’t mean to,” Peter reassured. “You’ll be clean in no time.”
Lucy looked down at herself to see what had happened, but was either too tired or sick to make a scene and leaned her head against Peter’s shoulder. “Sorry.”
“Shhh, it’s ok.” He placed Lucy on the toilet, and let Susan take over. “I’ll go change her sheets.”
Susan gave a small smile of appreciation while she helped Lucy undo her nightgown. After the bath, Susan helped get Lucy into a new gown and put the youngest into her arms. In the short walk from the bathroom to Lucy’s room, Susan truly could not wait till she had children.
Peter had just finished putting the new sheets on the bed when Susan came in with Lucy. Both tucked their sister back into bed, kissed her goodnight, and left. “You’re a good nurse,” Peter chuckled.
“You’re a good brother,” Susan’s eyes twinkled. “Go change your shirt, and I’ll be downstairs.”
Susan returned downstairs to finish the dishes from dinner. While she was caught up in her thoughts of school and swimming that she did not heard Peter creep behind her. He startled her by putting his arms around her body. “Lucky, I just finished,” she pulled the plug to the sink and turned around to face her brother.
To her surprise, he was not wearing a shirt. “Peter,” Susan gasped, “You need to put a shirt on!”
“I don’t have anymore clean ones.”
“Well, that is quite a shame,” she leaned in and barely graced his lips when they heard:
“We’re home!”
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