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Chapter Eleven-Third Person- Torture.

“How...how did this happen?” she asked to nobody in particular, but Delilah answered.

“I found him, Miss,” she whispered, hovering by Kaytee's head, “He had crashed into a tree. I think...I think he might have lost his happy thought.”

After a pause, realisation over came Kaytee's face. She looked up sharply, her voice calm and steady as she spoke to the Healers.

“Eleazar-Will he live?” she asked, and the fairy nodded.

“Yes. But we don't have much time. We must get his bones re-set and he will need to soak for the rest of the day in the santuary. Would it be to cruel to ask you to help us in the resetting?” he asked in a careful voice. Her face hardened as she stared down at her baby boy, beaten, battered, blue and purple, the broken parts of him swollen and red.

“Will he last at least five minutes? I need to get Peter.” The Healers looked to each other in apprehension, but nodded.

“I'll get him for you, Kaytee.” said Tinker Bell, and she nodded once in reply.

Though it was barely noticeable, Kaytee was filled with utter and absolute rage. Fury boiled inside her, burning every cell in her body. Because she knew exactly who was to blame for her baby's pain. And no matter how much she loved that person, he will need to know the consequences of his own pig-headed beliefs and closed mindedness.

Two minutes later, Peter Pan joined the scene.

“Kaytee...?” he called out, but froze when he watched her slowly stand up. By the darkness of her eyes, and the way she shook with complete anger, he knew something bad has happened(Tinker Bell hadn't embellished on what was wrong).

“Look what you did, Peter Pan.” Kaytee hissed, stepping aside so that her husband had full view of his only son's lifeless, misshapen body. He gasped and ran to the boy, dropping to his knees like his wife had and stared in horror.

“Sammy?” he whispered, placing a shaking hand onto his son's matted hair. “Sammy boy? What- What happened?”

“No happy thoughts,” Kaytee spat, “Our son is on the brink of death because you had to be the hard minded fool! You beat him down so much, you said such cruel things that he hadn't a single happy thought! Look at him! Look at him!” she screeched, and Peter obeyed, guilt pounding into his very soul, making him physically sick.

And miraculously, and very unfortunately, Sammy regained consciousness at that moment.

His eyes fluttered open and he breathed 'Mom...?'.

Every fairy gasped.

“No!” Garret shouted, but it was too late.

Screams of agony filled the entire island of Neverland. Because of his consciousness, Sammy was now in torturous, unbearable pain. Every breath he took felt like his skin was being ripped apart from the fibers of connecting tissue, seam after seam. His parents and the fairies watched in horror, frozen in terror, unable to look away. On reflex, he moved his body, pulling away in agony, but this lead into more excruciating pain. He screamed at the top of his lungs, howling and shouting out for somebody to kill him, to please, please, kill him because he just wanted to die.

Then he went silent, choking on his own blood, and not resisting the luxury of unconsciousness from the lack of oxygen.

“His heart will give out, we must act!” Eleazer commanded, and the fairies flew into action, pressing a special dust into his mouth that soaked up the suffocating blood.

“Peter-” Thomas said urgently, “We need you to reset the bones while he's still unconscious.” Peter's streaming eyes widened and he shook his head backing away.

“I-I-I can't-”

“Oh yes you can!” Kaytee growled hoarsly from where she was crumpled on the ground crying, the howls of her son still echoing in her head, “This is your fault, Peter Pan! You will fix it this instant!” It was all Peter could do to nod.

Re-breaking your own child's bones is the hardest and most testing thing for a parent. Simply placing his hands on his sons purple, swollen skin made him wince, as if he was already inducing pain. The fairies, watching the man's shaking hands, knew that his strength would barely last through the procedure, so they spoke in gentle, soft voices.

They would guide him, telling him exactly where they needed his hands push put pressure on, pushing until a resulting crack sounded, and with a panicked expression, he would look up, but was reassured by the fairies that this was the desired outcome. Bone by fractured, protruding bone, the boy's body was shaped back into resemblance of a human's.

With every shuddering snap of the bones under his hands, Peter would sob, wishing he was in the place of his son so that the boy wouldn't have to suffer. With every break, he feared the boy would awake, the sounds of his tortured howls still ringing in his ears. When they came down to the main re-break, the place where the spine connected to the sacrum of the pelvis, they paused.

“Now, Peter,” Thomas whispered, and the trembling man winced, but looked up, “Once you turn his torso back around, it will allow his internal organs to bleed profusely. According to our calculations, we will have approximately thirty seconds before he loses too much blood, if he doesn't choke on it before that. We, the faires, won't be able to fly him to the sacred pool in time. You will have to fly him there for us. Can you accomplish that?”

And though it seemed like an absolutely impossible task, Peter nodded numbly.

“Alright,” Said Garret, then proceeded to place Peter's hands in the right spot on the boy's back, “On three. One...Two...” he glanced at Eleazar, who nodded once firmly. “Three!”

Crack!

Peter's eyes widened in terror, sure that he did something wrong because that was the loudest the snap had ever been. But he had no time to question it as a red liquid immediately started spilling from both corners of the boy's mouth. Sammy's shoulders started to shake, and a gurgling, sputtering sound replaced any blessed silence.

“He's choking! Hurry, Peter, the dust will clear his lungs! You must fly!”

In a single motion, Peter scooped up his son and took off into the air with a running leap, flying faster than he ever thought possible. He made it across Pixie Hollow and into the Sancuary in five seconds flat. With the spare time, the awaiting fairy nurses stripped Sammy of his clothes, exposing the boy, though he arguably had the body of a man(a realisation that sent Peter into a parental panic attack, because he knew he was going to have to talk to his son about some things...). The fairies then gently submerged Sammy into the white sparkling pond of dust, just like his mother had been so many years ago.

Garret, Eleazar, and Thomas arrived ten seconds later, and looked him over, listening to his heart with trained ears, and seeing that the blood blocking his airways was now disintegrated.

“Is he...” Peter choked, his voice breaking and cracking, so he tried again, “Is my son going to live?”

The fairies glanced at each other, then to Peter, and nodded.

Peter bobbed his head once in reply. Then he fainted.

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