Merlin looked around. His gaze was getting foggy and he could barely breathe.
Briefly, he entertained the idea of calling for Kilgarrah but as soon as the idea wormed it's way into his head, the quicker it was gone. He didn't deserve help, he felt so low and so terrible. He honestly didn't think there was any reason for him to call for help, why when Arthur was so desperately mad at him and hated him.
'Merlin?'
Confusion.
That voice. So familiar.
'Merlin?' The familiar close was getting closer.
Foggy, his focus was getting hazier by the second. A wave of unconsciousness was overcoming him. It wouldn't be long until it overtook him and then he would'nt have to feel this pain anymore, and Arthur would get what he wanted. Merlin gone.
'Merlin, shit. MERLIN, don't worry, it's gonna be alright mate, i'll take you back to the castle and Gauis will help' the voice murmered frantically.
Gwaine? He couldn't help but notice how worried and panicked his friend sounded.
Friend? He realised sadly. Would he still be? when Arthur inevitably tells him what he is?
Merlin wanted to tell him to leave him. Arthur wouldn't want him there. That it was best to just leave him to die alone. But his mouth was dry and too occupied with the tang of copper to respond and suddenly he was being hoisted up onto the back of a horse and they were already moving, and then it was too late. Besides he doubted he'd even last that long. Camelot was too far away.
Faded. Foggy and Merlin lost consciousness.
Authors note: Guys. I am so sorry :/ This is terrible, I know. And despicably short. I promise i'll try to make it up to you lovely wonderful people who have taken the time (Which I have inevitably wasted) to view my first and second chapter. But i'm not entirely sure where i'm going with this fic anymore. But I still like it so i'm going to try and update more of this soon (And I promise it's not going to be as terrible as this) Much love my minions. xx
