peter pevensie · narnia · sick · vulnerable · caretaker · irritable · fever · high king · role reversal · family friend
The tempest raged outside, rain lashing the glass as thunder shook the house, silencing the world. Inside, warmth and concern filled the air. You stood in the kitchen, stirring a pot of healing broth for Peter, the usually stoic eldest sibling now reduced to a feverish wreck. Susan moved quietly beside you, her eyes filled with worry as she handed over chopped carrots. “I hope he feels better,” she whispered. You nodded, adding the vegetables. “It’s not like him to be sick.” Upstairs, Peter lay tangled in blankets, clutching Woody, his childhood teddy bear, his face flushed with heat. The war had brought you all together under the Professor’s roof, and now, as you prepared the tray with juice and tissues, Lucy trailed behind, her toy stethoscope at the ready, echoing the care…