Red-Handed Jill (A Peter Pan Fanfiction)

Chapter 11~ Broken Bones

Jill's POV

Vinny got really sick. Right after he passed out, he started shaking and he came down with a really high fever. I called for some help and some of the Indians helped me take him into my tent.

The boys were running around in circles trying to figure out what was going on. Their theories were hilarious.

"Is that Peter?"

"No way!"

"Then who is he?"

"Great Scotts! He's a pirate!"

"Pirate?!"

"Mother is helping a pirate?"

"She's turning to piracy!"

"Are mother and father getting a divorce?"

"NOO!"

"I'm staying with mum!"

"Me too!"

"They can't get a divorce!"

"The Indians are helping the pirate!"

"This is madness!!"

I calmed the boys down and told them that no, Mother and Father were not getting a divorce and yes, Vinny was a pirate but he was my friend and he only became a pirate because he had to. Once they found out that he was a friend, they took to him quite nicely. Pudge and Jax helped me take care of him while the rest of the boys picked up some of the weight of my other chores.

The Chief didn't take to Vinny as quickly as the boys did. After I told him that he was my friend, he let him stay but he still didn't trust him. This was understandable. Vinny was still a pirate and he was an Indian and there had been bad blood between the two groups for as long as I could remember. He insisted that there were guards on him at all times to make sure he didn't try anything.

"I trust you Red-Handed Jill," he said, "But I do not trust this owl-faced boy."

I stayed by his side and kept him company while he got better. Princess Midnight Lilly also stayed and helped me when she could. Whenever his fever spiked I put a wet cloth on his forehead, when he was hungry I made him warm broth and I helped him drink it. I had to prop him up with blankets and bring the bowl to his lips as he drank it. It was horrible to see him so weak that he didn't have the strength to sit up and feed himself.

When he was thirsty I gave him water and the princess made him herbal teas to help him fight the sickness or 'demon spirit' as she called it. Vinny hated the taste of it and gagged whenever he had to drink them but he downed them anyway just because I asked him to. I also made him all of his food and cut it up so he wouldn't have to chew it.

"He is giving up being a pirate and the evil pirate spirit is fighting to stay inside of him," she explained, "If we don't help Vincent beat the evil demon spirit, it could take his life."

That didn't sound at all appealing no matter what your beliefs were.

I stayed by him all day and I slept beside him at night, asking the guards to wake me if his condition worsened. They grumbled a bit but they agreed since they didn't have anything else to do.

Vinny was in pretty bad shape when I found him. He had nasty purple, blue and green bruises of all shapes and sizes all over his body and cuts and scrapes to match. It was so bad that wasn't able to talk much the first couple of days because he was so weak. When he did he asked for water or for food. He was always hungry, like usual, which made me smile. Since he wasn't talking, he was a good listener. I told him all about my life with the lost boys and my time with them over the last few weeks.