《Im Not Wendy (Peter Pan Fanfiction)》Im Not Wendy- Chapter 11
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I woke up the next morning, by a tinkling sound in my ear and a tugging in my hair. I opened my eyes and saw Tinkerbell, with an angry look on her face.
'Tink, why did you wake me up'- I whispered. Then, I looked at my side, and Julie was soundly asleep next to me.- 'And why is Julie here'
'Last night, when she left for her room, you were under the effects of the medicine and you told her to stay. I guess you both fell asleep here'- She said.-' Now come on, we're going to Pixie Hollow to get you cured, finally.'
'Okay. I'll wake Julie and we'll go'- I said. Tink smiled at me and left the room, but, before crossing the door, she turned around and looked at the inside of my room.
'Don't fall asleep again, Peter'- She said, and closed the door behind her. I looked at Julie. She looked so tired. Her hands were red and had blisters, probably from taking care of me and my cuts. Her brown face framed her pale face, and her breathing was slow and calm. Her hand was clutched in mine, our fingers intertwined. I smiled.
'Julie... wake up...'- I whispered in her ear. She smiled and her eyes fluttered open.
'Hello'- She whispered.
'Hi'- I smiled at her.- 'Wake up, Tinkerbell is taking us to Pixie Hollow today'- I said. Julie opened up her eyes and looked at me. Then, she removed the sheets from my body and inspected my cuts.
'These are so much better! Tink was right!'- She smiled widely.
'It's because you healed them up'- I said. She looked at me.
'You know I love you for this'- She said. Then, she stood on her feet and reached a cupboard. She took out the cup of medicine, introduced a drop of the berry she had yesterday, and brought it to me.
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'Here'- She said. I took the cup and swallowed the medicine. It tasted good. When I looked at her, I saw her fixing her hair in front of the mirror. She looked beautiful. I stood up and went behind her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and hugged her tightly.
'You look beautiful anyway'- I said. She looked back. I kissed her lips softly and she smiled at me.
'I love you, Peter'
'I love you too. Now let's go'- I said. I took her hand and we went to meet the boys.
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