The sun rose over thirty times since Will had died. Gwen kept count-, it was the only way for her to keep track of how much time had passed since she'd arrived to Neverland. Not to mention, in a way it kept her mind occupied in the duration of the lost boys, and Harry's grief. Though it lessened significantly with Harry's reassurance, Gwen's guilt did not completely go away. She felt it, sitting on her chest like a heavy weight each day and each week that passed. Especially in the times she'd caught Harry crying in his hut alone. She hated seeing him so sad and a little part of her wanted to run the opposite way to let him grieve in peace, while a bigger part wanted to be there for him. She almost assumed Harry would push her away but he eagerly seeked her for comfort. Whether it was to talk, hold her, or which he had chosen often in the passing days- sex. Gwen was there.

Gwen had been unsure at first when Harry had initiated intercourse for the first time since Will's death. In a way, she felt as if seeking sexual favors from her in order to distract himself wasn't healthy. But each time she tried to tell that to Harry, he'd give her the exact same answer. It makes me forget, being with you makes me happy. Is it so bad that I need you?

Each time he said that, made it impossible for Gwen to say no.

Which was why she currently laid beside him on his bed, naked beneath the blanket of leaves. They had intercourse with one another again the previous night and though Gwen loved every second of it, the moment Harry fell asleep was the same moment she'd started to feel off. She couldn't sleep, with her head aching and her stomach twisting sickly she laid awake for over an hour. Cold sweat gathered at her hairline and she fought not to vomit on the side of Harry's bed. It was tough, but she managed to fall asleep eventually.

Now, it was as if that sickly feeling had never happened to begin with as she stirred awake. The feel of soft lips peppering kisses against her shoulder blade being the thing that draws her out of her sleep. She groans, curling her arm under the pillow her head rested upon.

"Wake up." Harry's warm breath fanned against her shoulder before his mouth pressed another kiss to her skin. His fingertips softly caressed her waist, before slipping further down between her legs. Immediately, her whole body awakened and she blinked her tired eyes open to stare at the wooden wall. "Wake up, my beauty."

He kissed her exposed neck but kept his mouth there, lazily sucking her skin as his fingers found the sensitive spot between her legs. Gwen whimpered quietly, shifting her legs to give him more access. He rubbed her slowly, dipping his long fingers shortly after to feel the wetness gathered at her entrance. He hummed in approval and lifted her leg, meshing his front into her backside. Gwen could feel his hardness between her cheeks and she bit down on her lip. Her body was suddenly craving him. Desperately.

Despite the fact she still felt exhausted, she wanted to have him again. So she rolled on her back, her hand reaching out to push against Harry's chest until he was lying flat on his back. Then she kept rolling, throwing her leg over to rest her knees on either side of his hips before sitting up. Her long hair fell in a messy curtain over her chest, hands laying flatly against Harry's chest as she looked down at him. His swollen eyes were widened, lip between his teeth as he gazed up at Gwen. They'd never been in this position before-, each time they had sex Harry had always been on top of her. She liked when he was in charge and Harry seemed to like it that way as well but Gwen was feeling...adventurous.

Her hazel eyes were peering into his and she could feel Harry's heart speeding up beneath her hand. She smiled at the fact, her lip quirking up to the side as she lightly scratched her nails over his skin teasingly. "Was there a reason, you woke me?" She asked him teasingly and still with his teeth sinking into his lip, his mouth began to stretch into a grin. Dimples piercing his cheeks in the process and Gwen felt her arousal heighten just at the sight of them.

"I think you could feel the reason I woke you." His hands gripped her hips and carefully, he shifted her until his hardness was resting against her core. Purposely, he rubbed himself against Gwen and though no sound came out, her mouth hung in pleasure.

"Harry." She breathed out, her fingers digging into his skin. She rocked herself against him once to test the waters and the feeling sent her nerve endings on a rampage. Harry's chest rumbled under her hands and his own held her hips harder, encouraging her to continue but it wasn't enough for Gwen. She needed him.

With a confidence she didn't know she possessed, she lifted her body slightly and gripped Harry's length in her hands. Holding it up before she sank down on him slowly, a shaky breath escaping her mouth as he stretched her. It didn't matter how many times they've done it now-, it still was a bit painful each time he entered her.

As for Harry, each time he went inside her felt better than the last. He had no idea that intercourse could feel this good and he wondered if this was how it was with everyone or whether it was because it was with Gwen. He had no one else to compare her to so he wouldn't know. Not that he really wanted to be with anyone else. Gwen was all he wanted.

Gwen's hands rested just over his shoulders once she fully sank down onto him, deep breaths leaving her mouth. Harry repressed a groan but held onto her hips, his eyes sweeping over her naked body. He couldn't help but think how she looked like an angel, with her long hair covering her breasts and the light coming in through the cracks of the ceiling leaving a glow around her head. It was making both his heart, and his length full.

He could only stare as she slowly, yet unsurely began to rock her hips back and forth on top of him. His mouth parted in pleasure and his eyes fell to where they were connected, watching how he was completely buried inside her. Harry moaned at the sight and Gwen's eyes met his as she changed rhythm by lifting herself up and down. Her mouth fell open, eyes fluttering shut as a quiet whimper fell from her mouth. She kept at it, going at a slow pace that only withdrew their pleasure. Harry wanted her to go fast-, it was torturing how slow she was going yet at the same time it felt so damn good. He was torn between wanting her to keep at it and throwing her down to the bed so he could fuck her like an animal.

He released her hips, thinking his hold on her might be too painful as he lifted his arms over his head to fist the pillow his head was resting on. Biting down on his lip as his jaw clenched, his hooded eyes fell onto the expanse of Gwen's stomach before darting up to her breasts when she tilted her head and her hair fell behind her. He could feel the tips of it touching his thighs as she kept her head back, her throat exposed. Sweat began to gather over her collarbone and Harry licked his lips before reaching out to slide his hand over her stomach. Moving it all the way up until his fingers grazed her nipple, then cupped her breast in his hand.

"Fuck," he moaned with both the sight and feel of her moving on top of him combined. He thought maybe he might love it when she's in charge just as much as he likes to be on top. "Gwen, fuck."

She tilted her head back down to gaze at Harry and what he saw nearly made him come. Her eyes were wild and her lips, were red from all the biting she was doing. She gazed down at him in a way that had Harry's skin erupting with goosebumps but before he could say anything, she leaned down to kiss him deeply. His hands immediately cupped her face, holding her head there so he could keep kissing her. Gwen rocked herself against him again, picking up speed to match the heat of their kiss. Harry was becoming impatient so he moved himself upward beneath her, meeting her hips half way. The sound of them repeatedly connecting echoed around the warm room and like many times before when they had sex, Harry was careless to how much noise they might be making. He quickened his speed, encouraging her to move faster and swallowing the sounds that left her lips. His hands left her face and went down to hold her hips, forcing her to stop moving. Taking the reins, he kept her still as thrusted up into her fast and hard. Unable to keep the kiss going, they breathed against each other, lips messily brushing every time Harry thrusted into her. Harry's green eyes connected with Gwen's and again, he felt his chest tighten with that same full, warm feeling that he was becoming all too familiar with. It was overwhelming and his teeth gritted together when the way he felt about Gwen was what triggered his climax. A deep prolonged groan left his mouth just as Gwen clenched around him and she cried out. Her thighs shook and her chest heaved as her orgasm went through her. Harry was so enamored by her each time she came; it was probably one of his favorite things to see.

She laid down on top of him and they spent some time cuddling. He didn't want to move, he liked having Gwen in his arms but he knew he needed to get up and go hunt for a boar. They hadn't had proper meat in weeks and he thought the lost boys deserved something else other than fish. So, with half a heart he lightly nudged her and Gwen rolled off of him, knowing it was time for both of them to get up.

"I wish I could stay here with you." He told her as he sat up from the bed. He picked his trousers up off the floor and pulled them up his thighs before putting his overalls on after. He bathed in the lake before bed last night but he knew after what they'd just done, he'd have to bathe again after hunting.

"What if I came hunting with you today?" Gwen asked, sitting up with her nude chest on full display. Over the course of the few weeks that passed, she became more comfortable being naked around Harry. She barely blushed anymore when she'd catch Harry looking at her. Instead, she'd smirk and welcome it.

"Hunting for a boar? It's quite dangerous Gwen." It was true. Hunting for boar wasn't exactly easy nor was it safe. Often times, the boars would attack instead of running the opposite way and Harry learned in order to properly hunt them you had to catch them when they weren't looking. And he wasn't sure if he liked the idea of Gwen coming along. What if the boar came after her and he wasn't fast enough to protect her? He wouldn't risk it.

"You don't think I'd be able to handle it?" She asked and scrunched her face into a scowl. "Is it because I'm a girl?"

"Of course not. But I prefer not to have to worry about whether you're alright or not. You'll distract me and that will put us both in danger."

"Hm," she crossed her arms as Harry stood up and picked her undergarments and gown off the floor, handing them to her. "Well, it better be that reason. Because I'll have you know just because I'm a girl does not mean I'm not capable of being tough."

His lips twitched into a smirk. "I know, Gwenevieve."

"Good." She remarked and grinned at Harry when he gave her a full amused smile. "I'll see you later, I suppose?"

"You will." He grinned and reached out to run his hand through her long hair before cupping her cheek in his hand. He stared down at her in adoration then bent over to quickly plant a kiss on her lips. "I'll be back."

"Okay, bye." She whispered against his mouth and he kissed her once more, pulling away and walking out of the hut. Gwen sighed, standing up to dress herself. She combed her fingers through her hair a few times to tame it then grabbed the coconut butter beside Harry's bed. After, she made her way out of the hut and looked around. There were a few lost boys lingering close by but she wasn't paranoid about them seeing her leave Harry's hut anymore. They'd already seen her leave a few times and though the first time they seemed surprised, now they weren't fazed by it.

Gwen made her way through camp, stopping along the way when she saw Tristan. He was playing in the dirt drawing with some sticks, but he paused to run up to Gwen to greet her. He hugged her and spoke animatedly about his drawing in the dirt, tugging on her hand to show her.

"Can you tell what it is?" He asked her excitedly and Gwen tilted her head, humming in thought. She tried not to smile when she saw Tristan bouncing in place excitedly.

"It's a girl, a boy and a smaller boy." She said after studying the drawing.

"Yes but can you tell who?" He asked and smiled, trying to cover his mouth with his hand in order to hide his excitement. Gwen eyed him in amusement and glanced down at the drawing, staring before she pointed at the smaller boy standing between the girl and bigger boy.

"Is that you?"

"Yes!" He screamed and hopped up and down. He pointed at the drawing of the girl. "Do you know who that is? Guess!"

It wasn't hard to, considering Gwen was the only girl on the island. "Is it me?"

"Yep!" He grinned and then pointed at the other boy, the taller one. Gwen already knew who it was by the attempt of the curls drawn on top of the head. "And that?"

"Hm...I don't know." She teased him as she tilted her head down at the drawing. Tristan huffed and pointed at the hair.

"He has curly hair!" He shouted and Gwen faked confusion.

"Your hair is a little curly. Is it supposed to be an older you?"

"No!" He furrowed his brows and pointed at the eyes next. "He has green eyes, don't you see?"

She tried not to laugh, considering the drawing was done in the dirt so there was no green. She supposed in his head with his imagination, there was. "Oh yes, now I see it." She paused and decided to tease him once more. "Is it a fairy?"

"Mum! No!" Her heart warmed the way it always did when he called her that and she laughed. "Come on, it's so easy!"

"Is it Harry?"

"Yes!" He jumped happily and grinned down at his drawing proudly. "It's the three of us. Do you like it?"

"Like it? I love it." She ruffled his hair and kissed the top of his head. "You like drawing, don't you?"

"Yes, I'm not that good but It makes me happy."

"Hey, you're good." She protested and hugged him briefly to her side. "Keep practicing and you can become the next da Vinci."

"Da Vinci?" Gwen suppressed a smile at how he pronounced the name. "Who's that?"

"A famous artist. Ever heard of the Mona Lisa?"

"No." He pouted. "What's that?"

"I'll tell you what; during our next swim lesson I'll tell you all about the artists I know. How does that sound?"

"Fun!" He grinned and Gwen laughed. "Can we have a lesson tomorrow?"

"Sure, love." She kissed his head and he immediately became distracted with another drawing he was already starting in the dirt. Gwen watched him another moment longer, chest warming with care and love for the boy before she turned to go head for the lake. She made her way through the forest, pausing to take a deep breath when she felt the same ache in her head come back. Ignoring it, she continued her way to the lake and soon, she was standing at the edge of it peeling her clothes off her increasingly warm body.

She stepped into the water until it reached her shoulders, hoping it'll make her feel better. Tilting her head backward to wet her hair before getting the bowl of coconut butter to wash her hair. She'd rubbed it through her hair and washed it off already when the sick feeling had yet to go away. Being in the water wasn't helping like she hoped it would so she finished off washing her body and making the decision to go to her hut and lie down.

Getting out of the water, she carelessly through her clothes back on over her still wet body. She felt lightheaded while doing so and once she was done, she bent down to pick the bowl of coconut butter up but stopped when a sudden wave of nausea hit her. Standing back up, her face scrunched up and she took deep breaths out of her mouth. Yet it was no use, before she could get another breath out she was suddenly vomiting on the rocketed floor.

Holding her hair back to keep it away from her face, she kept herself bent over as she puked her guts out. She didn't know how long she was throwing up for, but eventually she felt hands taking her hair from her hands. She let them, moving to rest her hands on her knees as she finished. Wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand, she clamped her mouth shut and blinked her tearing eyes. She felt disgusting and light headed, and she wondered if maybe she was coming down with the flu.

After pulling away from the person behind her until there was enough distance so they wouldn't smell her breath, she turned around. Her eyes widened when she saw Peter standing there with worried eyes and she instantly felt nervous. Her and Peter hadn't spoken since just after Will died and things between Harry and him were awkward. Sure, they'd gotten over the fight they had but Gwen could sense things were no longer the way they used to be between them.

"Are you sick?" He asked her and Gwen shrugged her shoulders, looking away as she picked up the bowl with the coconut butter. Though, she did it uneasily and her hands were shaking. "You're pale."

"I guess I don't feel so well." She admitted, swiping her finger through the butter before washing her mouth off. Peter stayed quiet as she did so but she could feel his stare on her back.

"What's wrong? Is it your stomach?"

"I don't know, I hadn't been feeling well since last night." She told him once she was done and
straightened from her position, wavering on her feet slightly. Peter reached out to steady her, frowning when he saw Gwen could barely keep herself up.

"You should lie down." He mumbled and Gwen nodded. White dots were spotting her vision and the nausea was coming back. "Gwen, are you okay?"

"I want to go to my hut." She told him and despite the fact she didn't trust Peter that well after all the hostility he's directed towards her, she leant on him for support. "I feel nauseous."

"Did you eat something bad?"

"I haven't eaten yet."

"What about yesterday?"

"I had fish for supper?" She mumbled and her eyebrows pulled together tightly. "Now that I think about it, it didn't taste so well."

"Maybe it's food poisoning." Peter though aloud and Gwen nodded. "Come on, I'll take you back to your hut."

"No, I can make it by myself." She tried to stand on her own but she was wavering and Peter shook his head, grabbing her arm and slinging it around his shoulder. Gwen was taller and his head reached just her nose but still, he was strong enough to carry her the whole way.  Gwen let him help her and her eyes grew heavy with exhaustion, a cold sweat breaking out across her hairline and neck.

She was so out of it that she hadn't even realized they'd reached camp until Tristan was running up to them with worried eyes. Peter quietly told him to let Gwen be for now and he nodded, stepping off to the side as Peter lugged Gwen to her hut. When they reached it, Gwen's feet were practically dragging against the floor until Peter carefully lowered her on top of it. Gwen rolled on her back, breathing hard as she blinked up at the ceiling. Peter came in her line of vision and she saw him watching her with an unsureness and oddly, care.

"You're sweating." He commented and felt her forehead with the back of his hand. "And your burning. I'll go get something cold for your head."

"Peter, you don't need to care for me. I'll be alright."

"Harry isn't here and I know he'd be angry if I didn't help you." He told her and Gwen stared at him. He looked away, and Gwen's forehead pinched when she saw the hesitation on his face. "...and I also owe you this. I've been rather rude and mean towards you."

"You have." She didn't have the energy to try and sugar coat it or pretend it wasn't the truth.

"Well, I apologize." He mumbled and scratched his chin. "I also know it isn't your fault Will is dead. I was just upset."

"I know, Peter."

He stayed quiet for a moment, blinking at the wall across the room to avoid her eye before he glanced at Gwen. She still felt sick to her stomach but she tried to give him a smile to show she forgave him. Peter narrowed his eyes at her and leaned away. "I still don't like you."

She laughed weakly and Peter's mouth quirked into a small smile. "I know."

"Good." He nodded and stood up from the bed. "I'll be back."

Gwen nodded and Peter disappeared out of the hut. She shifted on the bed and closed her eyes, hoping that when Peter brought something cold for her head the feeling will pass and go away.

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The feeling had not passed, nor had it gone away.

In fact, it seemed to worsen over the next three days that passed. Though the feeling came and went, Gwen continued to vomit more and more each day. She could barely get any food into her system without throwing it up. It left her body weak with no nutrition in it and she'd been glued to her bed over the past few days.

Harry, had been stuck beside her as well. He'd been worrying nonstop since he arrived back to camp three days ago to find out Gwen was sick. He'd run to the lake for her to get her water, hold a ripped piece of his overalls that he wet over her forehead and tried to feed her. And he was still there, holding her hair back when she ended up vomiting that food back up. It didn't matter to him how Gwen kept mumbling about how embarrassed she was for him to see her that way; Harry refused to leave her. As the days went by, Harry's worry worsened when she started mumbling things incoherently and hallucinating. He couldn't seem to figure out what was wrong with Gwen. He wanted to help her but he was no doctor. He couldn't help her until he knew exactly what kind of sickness she had.

"I think if it were food poisoning, it would of passed by now. It usually only lasts a day." Peter commented from the doorway. Him and Harry were both in Gwen's hut, talking quietly as Gwen slept on the bed. Her long hair stuck to her sweaty forehead and it scared Harry how pale she looked. Her lips were losing their color as well and she looked a lot thinner than she had been just days ago.

"I don't understand. How did she get sick to begin with?"

"I don't know. People get sick all the time."

"None of us have gotten sick while being here and we've been here a long time." Harry thought aloud, resting his hand over Gwen's waist. She didn't even stir and he frowned. "I need to know what's wrong with her. She can't even get any food into her system."

"Maybe..." Peter began and paused. Harry turned his head to look at Peter, raising his eyebrow when Peter pressed his lips together.

"Maybe what?"

"Maybe you should take her to see the Indians." Harry's eyebrows shot up and Peter held his hands up in surrender. "I know you don't trust them, but they're the only ones who will probably be able to tell you what's wrong with her."

"Or they might not tell me anything at all." Harry said sourly.

"I heard their original chief is gone, so maybe they will." Peter commented and Harry thought hard about it, sucking his lips into his mouth. He glanced at Gwen, staring at the side of her face. His eyes fell down to her collarbone to see how her chest rose and fell with exertion as she breathed. That's not normal, his subconscious reminded him. It only made him worry more.

"I'll take her." He decided, not caring that there's a chance this trip might put them both in danger. He was going to have to risk it; because something told him if he didn't get Gwen the help she needed right away she'd get worse. And it might just cost her, her life. "We'll leave tomorrow."

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Hello! How has everyone been doing? I feel like I've been gone forever lol AND WHO LOVES HARRY'S ALBUM AS MUCH AS I DO? I might of been listening to Only Angel while writing this 😋

Questions:

Who still hates Peter? Lol

What's wrong with Gwen?

All shall be revealed soon! Please vote & comment, thanks for reading! ❤