Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin. A girl can wish though.
Sorry it took so long, I lost my flash drive with the story on it and had to redo this chapter. Thanks for the patience.
The battle was long and bloody. In the end, the ground was strewn with bodies. Both enemy men and knights of Camelot lay motionless in the aftermath. Their lifeless faces were made even eerier by a thick blanket of fog covering the battlefield.
Arthur did not pause to inspect any of his men. He was looking for one idiot. The Prince was frantically trying to find the one person stupid enough not to wear armor into battle. Arthur spotted the gangly servant propped against the stump of a long dead tree. Running over to Merlin, Arthur slid down onto the damp ground.
Merlin was bleeding. His Merlin, the stupid, bumbling idiot, was bleeding. There was a long gash along his right arm. The wound itself didn't look serious, but Merlin's already pale face was even paler from blood loss.
Merlin turned his head to Arthur groggily. "Arthur!" he said. "Did we win?"
"Of course we won! I was leading the attack after all," replied Arthur in his usual pompous tone, if a little shakily. "Now what have you done to yourself now?" he continued, pointing at Merlin's arm.
As if noticing it for the first time, Merlin looked down at the offending appendage, puzzled. Arthur resisted the temptation to smack himself on the head of course the imbecile hadn't realized he was injured.
"Just give me your scarf and I'll use it to staunch the blood flow," Arthur ordered.
Merlin's eyes went wide with fear and he shook his head vehemently. Arthur attempted to grab the scarf off his neck. Merlin clutched it to himself with his injured arm.
"This is ridiculous! I know you're attached to that grubby thing, but I thought you'd be rather fond of your arm as well."
"Can't you use my jacket?" queried Merlin.
"I suppose I could. Although I thought your scarf would be easier to replace," Arthur replied.
"Well, it, I mean…" Merlin fumbled for an explanation. "It was a present! From my mother!" It was a blatant lie and Arthur knew it. He let it go. If Merlin wanted a romance with his clothing, it wasn't any of his business.
Arthur wrapped the brown jacket around the laceration. He pulled Merlin up by his uninjured arm. Leaning on the prince, Merlin managed to take a few steps before promptly passing out. Idiot.