A/N: I own nothing except the doctors and nurse.

It started off with a nosebleed,it wasn't heavy,not at first,the fifth years were in the middle of a math test,when Peter,felt something wet trickle down his nose,a red spot splashed onto the paper,then another and another,soon,they were falling faster and ,he had a handkerchief,(he never carried them no matter how many times Mum told him to,he nearly always forgot) he pressed his sleeve to his nose ,there was no interrupting the class during a test,but this was an emergency,maybe Miss Patterson would make an exception,keeping his sleeve pressed to his nose,he raised his other hand. he could feel his nosebleed getting heavier instead of stopping and he was dizzy .

Miss Patterson looked up,then noticed Peter,"Oh,my goodness! Peter,go to the nurses now,Violette,take him to the nurse."

Peter stood up,shakily,he swayed slightly and grabbed the edge of the desk,with one hand. They slowly made their way out of the classroom and down the hall. Violette held out her handkerchief. "Here,it'll be better,than your sleeve." she said.

Peter took it,"Thanks." he murmured,all of a sudden,he felt horribly sick ,leaning over the rubbish bin,that was near the wall and vomited.

"Are you all right?" Violette asked worriedly when Peter leaned against the wall and slid to the floor,his head rolling to the side and his eyes patted his cheek,"Peter,wake up."

Forcing his eyes open,Peter looked up,"M,fine,jus tired." he said weakly,struggling to stand up,Violette reached down and helped him up."Are you sure,you're all right." she asked biting her lip worriedly.

Peter forced himself to stand ignoring the wave of dizziness that passed through him and the fact that there were now two Violettes standing in front of him.

***********************************************************************The nurse really couldn't do anything except try to stop his nosebleed and give him something for his stomach,none of it worked and by lunchtime his nose had started to bleed again,this time Susan and Edmund were with him. Susan looked alarmed. "Peter! your nose is bleeding! don't use your sleeve use a handkerchief." she scolded sounding like Mum

"Dod hab one." Peter said his voice muffled by the napkins Edmund passed him,he was pale as a ghost and the front of his shirt was turning red as the blood trickled from his nose .

"You need to go see the nurse." Susan said.

"I did earlier she can'd do anyding( I did earlier,she cant' do anything) Peter replied .

"Earlier? you mean this is not your first nosebleed today." Susan asked curiously.

Peter shook his head slowly. This was in reality his third nosebleed that week and it was only Wednesday.

"Peter,when we get home,I'm going to tell Mum,you might be sick." Susan said .

Peter looked alarmed,he hated being fussed over when he was sick and he hated showing any weakness,he was the oldest it was his job to protect the others . "No! don't it's no big deal,it's just a nosebleed." he said. "Don't tell Mum,I'm fine,she has enough to worry about right now." their father had been declared MIA a few weeks ago and there had been no word whether he was alive ,dead or had been captured by the Nazis,though if he had been captured they wouldn't know it.

"Is it just a nosebleed?" Edmund asked,"Cause if it is,I 'm pretty sure it'll pass and he'll be fine,it is just a nosebleed isn't it,Pete?"

Peter hesitated then nodded slowly ,hoping they wouldn't notice his gaze was averted .

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Helen had known her son long enough to know when he was not feeling well,for one he was more tired than usual ,he complained of headaches more frequantly and he seemed to have trouble walking . The doctor said it was just normal growing adoloscent growing pains and they would pass and to not worry Helen wasn't buying it especially when Peter started taking naps ,( he had always hated naps and had been delighted when he was old enough to not take them )he slept through dinner one evening and even though he was getting more sleep now he was still there was the bleeding not just from the nose,but whenever he got a small cut he'd bleed profusely so Peter had to be extra careful one slip up and he could bleed to death

Helen had no idea what was wrong with her oldest and with no news on her husband's whereabouts,she was a nervous wreck. She tried to keep upa cheerful face for the sake of her children,but sometimes it was hard.

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Edmund was in a deep sleep when something pulled him out of it,groaning,he tried to burrow deeper under the covers,but someone kept shaking him.

"Ed,please somethings wrong somethings really wrong." Edmund woke up,Peter sounded scared,he had never known Peter to sound scared usually he was so composed and confident or rather he hid his fear well. Sitting up all thoughts of sleep out of his mind,Edmund turned on the lamp and looked at Peter gasping at what he 's pajama shirt was covered in blood ,blood poured from his nose and mouth. Throwing his covers aside Edmund ran to the dresser and grabbed every handkerchief and handed them to Peter.

Going to the door,he opened it and was about to step out when Peter called out sounding much younger than his age," Where are you going."

"I need to get Mum." Edmund said throwing on his robe.

"Don't leave me." Peter pleaded .

"I have to,I'll be back in a minute,I'll get Susan to stay with you." Edmund said feeling as if he were the older brother instead of the other way around.

Minutes later,Helen hurried into the boys room Edmund behind her,she turned on the other lamp, Susan looked up biting her lip worriedly,she was sitting next to Peter who had fallen asleep,his face deathly pale,(she was holding the handkerchief to his face because he was still bleeding profusely.)

"Mum,what's wrong with Peter." she asked

"I don't know ,I need you to go downstairs and call the Parkers and ask if we could borrow the car." Helen said stroking Peter's hair . This was not normal none of it and she was going to find out what was wrong with Peter no matter how many doctors she had to ask.