Merlin's mind went back to the moment when he saw Arthur getting hurled off where he stood, the sound of his head being forcefully whacked on the ground, getting knocked out instantly.

The image of Arthur being rushed off to hospital was purely distressing; it made Merlin's teeth itch just by replaying that scene in his head.

Uther's roaring and equally terrifying rage at the news of his son being in hospital was soon known to the whole hospital, as he stormed through the crowd of people like a tsunami in its worst and most dangerous form.

As soon as Merlin saw Uther enter Arthur's ward he was determined not to leave him, however Uther was less than understanding or willing to let him stay.

After waiting for what seemed like a decade, Merlin was finally alone with Arthur, desperate not to be disturbed by any unwanted interruptions.

Merlin clasped one of Arthur's pale hands in his, Merlin spoke with a shaky voice.

"Arthur if you can hear me please listen, I feel it's my fault you ended up like this, I just wanted to say I'm sorry"

A single tear slid down Merlin's cheek in remorse.

All Merlin can do is hope that Arthur will be ok.