Peterxsir fic ch 3

Chapter Three

The next day, Pete R. decided to make Sir a get-well-soon card and deliver it to him personally.

He was shaking so hard when he knocked on Sir's door. He hoped no one else would be paying his baby a visit.

"Come in, it's open," Sir called in a raspy voice.

Pete R. was about to open the door when Sir's pet, Dragon, opened it for him. He mumbled his thanks and looked around.

Sir's house was about as beautiful as he was; the walls were made of chainmail, little knight armor was everywhere, and flags adorned the walls.

Pete R. wandered around, taking everything in. He passed right by Sir's room and didn't even notice he was there. When he did realize he'd passed Sir by, though, he quickly backtracked and jumped into Sir's room.

Sir let out a small yelp of surprise.

"Damnit, don't do that!" he croaked, "You made me swallow my cough drop."

Pete R's heart nearly stopped. He could've killed Sir! Pete R. rushed over to his side.

"I'm so sorry, Sir, I didn't mean to! I just came to give you this get well card I made you!" he cried.

Sir snatched the card out of Pete R's hand. It was no card, just a sheet of paper in which Pete R. had written (in the most awful handwriting imaginable), "Get well soon, baby. All my love, Pete R. Canfly."

Sir read it, looked at Peter with a quizzical expression, and said, "Get the fuck out of my house, you creep."

"But I just-"

Sir silenced Pete R. with a wave of his hand and said, "Out."

Pete R. opened his mouth to protest, but instead just hung his head and sulked out of the room. Sir felt a little bad, and nearly called him back when a sudden wave of sickness rolled over him again, and he felt like he was going to throw up.

Instead of calling Peter, Sir just laid his head back against his pillow and fell into an uneasy sleep.

A few days later

It took about three days for Sir to get over the flu. He guessed that he had caught it at the gym a few days ago when he was having a conversation with Kat Jungle Roar. She was always giving everyone these awful jungle diseases. Sir typically tried to steer clear from her, but he didn't want to be a dickhead and ignore her.

