August 7th
The best part of me is you
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"Ed come on, you're in a lot of pain." Peter murmured. "You're delirious."
"No." Edmund slurred. "I mean it. The best part of me is you, goodness knows what would've happened back there without you."
Peter bit his lip, struggling to get Edmund to lay down and stay in bed. "Okay, okay." He breathed.
"I mean it." Edmund repeated, his head finally touching the pillow, wincing as it did.
"Thank you." Peter said, mainly just to get him to stop arguing with him.
Edmund hummed his approval at Peter's agreement. "It's too bright." He grumbled suddenly.
"I know, hang on." Peter brought the blanket up to Edmunds chin, before standing and going to draw the curtains, plunging the room into darkness.
He lit one candle, allowing a small dull light, and sat back down on the edge of the bed. "Get some rest." He whispered.
Edmund didn't even need telling, he was asleep before Peter even sat down.
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