Has anyone done this kind of thing yet? If they haven't, I guess I made a new AU? If they have, I apologize for taking credit.
Disclamior: I don't own Merlin. Just the plot.
Patient #340
"Well, Arthur. I'm guessing you're okay?" The doctor sitting across from him was cheerful. "I'm fine," Arthur replied dully. "Why don't you try to smile? Or, at the very least, say words with emotions?" the doctor's patience was thing, Arthur knew. He was cheerful, but his patience - Arthur loved to break it down.
Over the years, Arthur Pendragon had grown since his father put him in here. The Pendragon Insitution. He'd opened it years ago, and Arthur never felt the need to stay in the hospital. Now, he was living in it. And just because he'd told his father that he'd been King of someplace called "Camelot."
His father had staggered, and muttered something about magic before he'd made some calls. Arthur watched as the doctor pulled the clipboard away. "Well, you've made some progress throughout the weeks." he began reading.
"You've given up the fact you're 'king'. And I heard about you and Gwen. And, did I hear something about knights at Gwaine's room?" the doctor asked. Arthur shrugged. "I've been telling stories." he spoke casually, as if it was normal for him to speak to the drunkard. "Stop that. Gwaine's been through a lot; and he doesn't need fake stories in his head," the doctor's patience was gone.
Arthur just smirked. Gwaine remembered. Remember? He was one of the Knights! Arthur furrowed his brow at the thoughts. Knights? What about knights? A knock at the door made him jump. "That must be your pills." The doctor quickly opened the door and a nurse with a metal tray walked in.
The doctor placed the pills in Arthur's hands. Arthur stared at them for just a moment before popping it into his mouth and swallowing. His mind quickly became muddled and Arthur's mouth turned up in a dull smile. His eyes were blank.
But there was something glinting, so deep inside the doctor couldn't see. Because, just for a moment, Arthur had noticed someone staring at him. A thin boy; no older than seventeen - around Arthur's age - and the boy just frowned.
Patient #420
Gwen was staring out her window. Someone was looking at her. Maybe they didn't understand? She was Queen - at least, that was what her memory provided - and they were treating her like a baby. Like she'd once did to her own brother. Acting like he was insane when he spoke about knights and someone called "Merlin." She'd like to have Arthur beside her, helping her through her own medication. She didn't need help, but Uther had brought her in once she'd agreed with Arthur's memory of King.
Now there was a person here. Staring at her. She didn't know his name, he didn't speak to her. His hair was plastered with sweat on his forhead and he was looking at her. Gwen's eyed the button on her bedside. She could just press it, and the nurse could come and take him away.
But she didn't. She watched him. He didn't leave until Gwen's eyes fell and she was fast alseep.
Patient: #103
Gwaine considered himself sane. He wasn't crazy, he just had a drinking problem. What was so wrong about it? He was right there; in perfect reach of the drink and his doctor told him to do it! He told him "Gwaine, I'm going to leave this right here." and left. Honestly, he should have expented Gwaine to take a sip. He didn't do anything wrong! He was so good and nice to everyone, especially the boy who'd come throught, slipping him beer and wine.
Gwaine glanced up, searching the walls for the sign of limbs. But there were none. Gwaine felt disappointed. The boy always came by giving him alcohol. Now? He was missing. Gwaine bit his lip; before placing his hands against the wall and began knocking. Usually, that was Gwaine's sign of "Get me beer" for the nurses; but this time it was for the boy to come back. Gwaine had gotten rather attached and he wasn't going to stand for his friend not to come.
Gwaine knew if the boy didn't come today, he must've been kept busy by the doctors. He must be a patient, becuase if he wasn't, then how was he here?
Patient #302
Percival assumed that the people here weren't all crazy. There was Arthur, he wasn't crazy. Percival believed with all his heart the King was here, waiting for them to get about. But something was wrong. Something... missing. Percival shifted off his bed, and felt metal groan. He was a big man; the tiny bed wouldn't fit him.
They'd all been thrown in here; ever since Arthur claimed he was King years ago. They'd been ten; and they'd each agreed. Uther Pendragon stuck them in the place where they can't escape. Percival curled up best he could. He closed his eyes, slowly, before feeling a slight change in the air. Percival smiled, the boy was here. He never spoke, but he was always there - Percival could feel him following sometimes - and Percival felt the covers tug up.
He smiled again before the energy left the room
Patient #510
Morganna watched the lights outside flicker. The lights helped her just a bit; from the nightmares. But the way everything was recently, she wasn't sure if she could handle it. Her nightmares were getting worse. The one she'd just gotten was of Arthur dying. The worst part was that she was there; staring at Arthur with this sick smirk on her face. She'd almost threw up when she woke up. Her nurses had rushed in, tying her to the bed as she thrashed, screaming.
Morganna glanced at her wrists, rubbed raw. She quickly pulled her nightgown sleeves over them, keeping them safe. Swallowing, she climbed into bed. Usually someone would walk by, give her something to help her sleep and then leave just as quickly.
She'd been given the bottle every time she screamed. It kept her sleeping the rest of the night. She wanted it every night before bed. But they were instructed by Uther to not give her the drug until she'd screamed and thrashed and cried. Morganna saw the boy sitting on her window, watching. Then, he was gone.
Patient #250
Lancelot was waiting. The nurses had called lights out three hours ago, but he was waiting. They'd "wake" him up for his pills soon enough. He always had to take them and he hated them. But he needed to if he wanted to get out. That was what the boy wrote to him. The boy didn't speak, Lancelot could only guess why. Perhaps they'd trained him not to?
Lancelot let out a strangled cry. The nurses has just woken him and one showed him the pill. Lancelot gulped before taking it and swallowing. He began feeling drowsey straight away and fell back against the bed. "Is it working?" he heard the nurse ask. Lancelot let out a yawn before eyes slid close.
The nurse smirked. "It's working," she said happily. Lancelot felt sick
Patinet #1
Freya's feet were close to her body. She felt cold. She let out a whimper; staring at the wall. "Help me. Please. Anyone," she begged before slumping down again. Kicking the door proved useless; and begging no one won't help her.
Freya's eyes were downcast, so she didn't notice the boy watching from afar. "I'll get you out. But you need to wait. Just a few more weeks," he begged, but she didn't hear him. He couldn't get in there. They'd blocked him completly. He was upset, but went on with his rounds.
Patient #0
Merlin collapsed from exhaustion. It hurt when you force most of your energy to get out of one room; and then you couldn't speak or get into another room. Merlin's eyes closed and he was on the brink of sleep before he remembered Arthur's pills. I can sabotage them tomorrow. Merlin's mind was muddled; and his body was crying for sleep.
So, Merlin's eyes closed and he fell asleep (much to his body's relief) and Merlin kept himself on the bed.
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