Warning :major death scene
A few weeks later,Peter was heading down the corridor to visit with Grace,when a nurse stopped him. Peter wondered why since in the past,he had always gone to visit Grace and no one had ever stopped him before,although that have been because Grace was elderly and could scold fiercely if visitors were kept from her.
"I always visit ." Peter said not sure why he was being kept from the elderly lady.
The nurse who wasn't that old about twenty looked sad,"I know you do,that's why I don't like to tell you that passed away last night."
Peter felt as if he had punched in the stomach,he had admired and liked ,it was an odd sort of friendship,he was only fourteen and she was eighty -six,but Mrs. Anderson had never treated him like a kid,(even if she hadn't known he was not really fourteen).She liked to know his opinion on certain matters,including his views on the American government,her history and how differed from his history which was British and how it was thoughts on the war,America had not entered the war (it was only 1940) .
"She left this for you." the nurse said holding out a envelope,Peter took it slowly,wondering what was in it's contents. Back in his room,he sat cross-legged on the bed and carefully opened the envelope,he took out a sheet of paper and started reading.
To whom it may concern:
The last will and testament of Grace Victoria Anderson dated November seventh in the year of our Lord nineteen hundred and forty.
I being of sound mind and body leave ten thousand dollars to the family of Peter James Pevensie(so that was why she had wanted my middle name,Peter thought,before continuing to read)to do as they see fit. there was a bunch of legal stuff,further down the page,but Peter was through reading it,he could not believe that Grace had just left his family ten thousand dollars it had to be a mistake.
Peter carefully tucked the paper back in it's envelope,suddenly his hand closed around a slip of paper and he pulled out a check ,it was no mistake or even joke,there in black and white was a check for ten thousand dollars.
Peter stared at the check,wondering how he was going to tell Mum,she hated charity and ten thousand dollars was an awful lot of charity. Living in New York was not exactly cheap,especially since it turned out that Dad was dead,the RAF had made a mistake when they said he had survived . Staying at this hopsital was expensive and Peter felt bad,since most of Mum's pay from her job as a secretary was going to this place .If he did show Mum the check,he hoped,she wouldn't get upset . Maybe he'd show Susan first,but then again,Susan would say it wasn't logical for anyone to leave ten thousand dollars to complete strangers,even if they were nice. Edmund would say it was unbelievable and Lucy would say it was lucky.
He shouldn't been worrying about what Mum would say,he should have been worrying about what Austin would do.
Austin was not pleased when he found out where most of mother's money had gone,neither was his family.
"Why would she leave it to that boy." his wife demanded shrilly ."Why not us,were her family."
"We don't even get anything!" Harriet whined stuffing several chocolates in her mouth. "Motherr! that boy's not even family,how could Grandma!"
The only person who was not upset was Joseph,he didn't care who Grandma left her money,it was her Dad looked Mum looked upset and Harriet looked upset only because she was a spoiled brat.
Joseph knew that Dad would do anything to get his hands on that check and Jospeh felt sorry for the boy,Grandma had left the money to ; he had to warn him somehow.
It had been a week since the doctors had said it was all right for Peter to be released from the hospital ,though he was still in danger of bleeding to death if he cut himself and didn't get help right away or if he were injured in any way,there seemed to be no point in keeping him at the hospital.
Peter had had a hard time convincing Mum to let him go on a walk,he was tired of being cooped up in the house,Mum agreed to let him go on one condition,he had to take Susan with him. He agreed since there was no way around it,not that he minded Susan's company ,then Edmund and Lucy wanted to come with. So the four of them set out .
Everything was going fine,until Austin appeared. Susan tightened her grip on Lucy's hand drawing the little girl closer to her side. Peter glared at the man and stepped in front of his siblings. Edmund and Lucy who had never met Austin or even heard of him seemed to be confused by their older siblings behaviour.
"How nice to see you out of the hospital." Austin said in a voice that meant the exact opposite.
"What is it you want." Peter asked.
"The money." Austin said coldly.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Peter said stiffly,he had given Mum the check and she had put it somewhere safe until she could deposit it at the bank.
"I think you do,see for some reason my mother thought you were a saint . The son she never had so it stands to reason she'd leave you something,something that should rightfully be mine. Now I'll ask you again where is the money." Austin warned.
Susan wondered why no one was coming out of their houses to see what was going on,the entire street was empty.
What happened next happened so fast ,it was as if time stood still one minute Peter was standing the next Austin plunged a knife into his stomach. Gasping in pain,Peter fell to his knees then collapsed onto the snowy ground clutching his side,blood seeping through his fingers.
Susan knelt down beside him,Lucy was sobbing and Edmund was clenching his teeth trying not to cry. Susan did not want either of them to see this . This was not Narnia there was no cordial no Aslan .Susan could tell Peter was in pain,but was hiding it
"Ed, go take Lucy with you." Susan said her voice strained ."Go get help."
"But." Edmund protested .
"Please ,Ed,just go." Susan pleaded she looked p at him,tears streaming down her face. "trust me."
Edmund nodded and led Lucy away. Susan watched until they rounded the turned back to Peter,he was pale ,and shaky.
"Su..." he gasped as blood gurgled from his mouth ."I.. th..think ... I sh-should h-have t-told him where the m-money w-was."
Susan laughed and cried at the same time," No,no it was good you didn't,he would have gone after Mum .Eddie went to get help."
"Too late for that." Peter whispered ." Hemophiliacs die faster remember."
"Don't" Susan said brushing away tears,"Don't say that you're not going to die,you aren' can't.!"
"It doesn't hurt all that much." Peter whispered lying through his teeth.'I'm sorry." he whispered.
Susan knew there was no way Edmund would be able to get help fast enough , she sat next to Peter,her fingers entwined with his,they were cold and clammy.
"If this were Narnia,Lu would use her cordial." Susan said softly.
"This...isn't...Narnia..." Peter said between gasps his eyes closing
"No." Susan murmured,"Don''s going to come back with help,you'll see and you'll be all right,you have to please." she bent forward so that her forehead touched was holding on .
As much as she hated to,Susan knew she had to give him permission to let go. "Peter,let go,it's okay,I'll tell Mum you loved her ."she whispered
"Ed... and Lu...cy.. tell... them..." Peter murmured .
"I will." Susan promised ,as Peter's life slipped away,she knelt there on snowy street,her hand intwined in his."I will." she whispered bent her head ,her dark hair a sharp contrast against the white sky. Snow started falling around her.
A/N: My first,last and only death scene, Very hard to write . This is the last chapter.