Some Wounds Never Fully Heal

A/N: This is my first fan fic so please review. You're welcome to tell me any suggestions you have. I don't do Merthur, just not my thing, so if you're like me and don't like that there's nothing to worry about here. I don't know how often I'll post but I will try to be as consistent as possible, I will also never leave you in the middle of a fic, I will finish it out. If you don't like cliffhangers then this is not the story for you. I'm rambling now so onto the story. I hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Merlin or any characters in Merlin

Chapter 1

Merlin awoke to the sounds of Arthur groaning and seeing him roll around on his bedroll. The bandages needed to be changed again. Merlin winced when he took the soiled bandages off, Arthur's wound was getting worse but they were at least a four day ride from Camelot, and Merlin didn't know if Arthur could last that long. He contemplated using his Magic, but he knew how risky that could be, especially so far from home. If anything were to happen to Merlin, Arthur might not make it back alive.

Merlin changed the bandages on Arthur's wound and he was about to start making breakfast when Arthur's eyes fluttered open. He looked around and furrowed his brow, until he came to the realization that it hadn't been a dream. Merlin had saved his life once again. He tried to ask Merlin something but it all came out as a bunch of gibberish.

Merlin sighed, "You're going to have to speak up Arthur, I didn't hear a word you said." Merlin's chin rested on his knee as he grinned and watched Arthur try to form a coherent sentence.

Arthur joined in "That's because you're practically deaf."

"Prat," Merlin practically spat at Arthur, but it was Merlin's way of telling him 'all right you've won but only because I let you'.

Arthur grinned and enjoyed the moment while it lasted because it wasn't long before he was out cold again. Merlin could only guess how much longer he would sleep this time. He only hoped Arthur would wake up.

Merlin stared at his sleeping friend contemplating what to do. He knew of a druid camp nearby that would possibly help him, Merlin also thought of using his magic to heal Arthur, but Merlin knew that was out of the question. Merlin wasn't all that good at healing to begin with and it was incredibly draining, and he didn't know many that would do much good for Arthur at this point anyways. Merlin was resigned to just waiting it out. If he went to the druids there was no telling what Arthur might do if he woke up or found out somehow.

Merlin continued preparing breakfast even though Arthur probably wouldn't be awake to eat any. He was cooking the rabbit Merlin caught with his snare when something went wrong. It was too quiet, no leaves rustling in the wind, no birds chirping, the forest was too still. Merlin slowly crawled over to Arthur in case of an attack, which seemed pretty imminent at the moment.

They came out of nowhere and Merlin was unprepared. They quickly had he and Arthur surrounded with weapons poised to strike. Merlin didn't even realize that Arthur had woken up. He was attempting to sit up but the gash across his chest was too painful. Thankfully he hadn't gotten a fever yet or he would have never made it back to Camelot alive.

"Hello dear brother" The voice was coated in hatred and despise. Merlin and Arthur would recognize that voice anywhere.

Morgana. Merlin should have known. Of course she would do this, nobody else would have any clue that it was Arthur. Merlin and Arthur had gone on a hunting trip and of course Merlin had gotten them lost, but not before Arthur had been attacked by a hippogriff. Merlin managed to scare it off before it did anymore damage but now it made sense why the beast was within Camelot's borders. Mentally he slapped himself for not seeing the signs in time.

"Morgana" Merlin spat. He didn't really hate Morgana, if anything he felt sorry for her. He was sorry that she had to live in the shadows and that her own father wouldn't accept her for who she was, but then again, Morgana didn't make that very easy to do. "What do you want?"

Arthur stared up at Morgana, his vision starting to blur but he fought to keep his eyes open and stay awake. "Morgana? What are you doing here?"

Morgana gave a high-pitched, blood-chilling laugh and looked up into the trees then set her gaze on the young men in front of her. "Oh Arthur, are you really so naïve? I'm here to kill you," She saw the look in his eyes, defiant and unchanging. Morgana knew she would have lots of fun with them "Oh not right away of course. No we'll have a bit of fun first." She grinned manically and her eyes widened with excitement of the most unpleasant kind. "Take them away boys" Her gaze dropped into that of loathing and she glared at them until they were hauled onto their feet, despite Arthur's injury, and dragged away.

A/N: How did you like it? I'm curious to see what you think. I thought it was a bit too short, but I don't know, like I said I've never written one of these before so just give me your honest opinion, but if you think I suck then break it to me gently. Tell me if you think I did well with the characters so far. I'm not going to base this story off of any episode in Merlin but It's generally placed in season 4 or 5, so that might help a bit for future chapters. Tell me if you want the chapters to be longer or shorter or any suggestions you might have. (I also didn't want it to be all jumbled together so the spacing might be really wonky). Thanks so much for reading and reviewing *Hint hint, wink wink, nudge nudge* I hope you enjoyed!