A/N: Hey guys :). HAPPY EASTER :D. I wanted to reward all all those who took an intrest to my story by rewarding them with another chapter :). I finally found enough time when i got home from church to make a new chapter with a new idea.

If you guys have any intresting and funny scenes you want me to add, I willing to take suggestions because I really want you guys to enjoy the story :).

Remember, my competition all depends in you and your support, so plz R&R.

Disclaimer: I do not own Merlin or any of their characters. (sigh not even the pratty price)

P.S: Sorry if Merlin and Arthur are out of character, if you have any pointers to help get them more on track, plz let me know.

Enjoy :D

Later that night, Merlin went off to Guias's chambers to see if he needed any help with collecting herbs, nursing a wounded man, or anything else before he went to bed. He was walking down the halls, just about to reach the door when he suddenley felt an excrutioating pain inside of his head. He tried to ignor it for as long s he can, but the pain only seemed to grow. It started out as a dull throb insie of his then, within seconds, it grew into a burning fire inside of his skull.

He grabbed his head, trying his best to control the pain and to keep himself from screaming out, incase there were any others near by. He felt drops of sweat, slowly stream down his face as he dropped to his knees, that were buckling undernieth him. He now felt like his head was going to explode, and he couldn't keep the scream inside him for any longer. He yelled as loud as his lungs would allow him, before slamming to the floor, bannging his teeth together and biting into his lip boefore falling unconciuose. Little did he know that a familiar blond haired clotplot was just so happening to be walking around the corner.

Arthur was walking down the corridores, in search of his incedibely useless, yet somewhat humorouse manservent, when he heard a loud yell coming from just down the hall. At first he thought it was a patient from Guias's chambers, since it was close by, but after his mind process who's voice it was Arthur felt a stone cold hand rap around his heart. As he ran down the hall, he could feel the worry of what might have happened spread through him. He dashed down the the esterted halls, trying his best to seem like he wasn't worried, even if no one was around, but as he truned the corner, he felt his face slowly show a face that was filled with worry. He saw a ruggad spot where his young ravened hair companion was lying on the ground, uncounciouse, clutching his head.

Arthur rushed to his side as fast as he could and instinctively placed his hand on his neck and checked for a pulse. He felt his heart slightly raise once he felt the pulse, but it quickly sunk again as he niticed how faint it was. Quickly, he searched his young servent to see if there was any sign of injusries. What the! Arthur almost yelled as he noticed that there were no wounds, but lucky to his taining to be known as a fearless leader, he was able to keep it inside of his throat.

Hundreds of thoughts rased through his head as he tried to process what had happened. What on earth could have caued my frie- useless manservent to pass out?! Did he trip over his clubsey feet and hit his head? but if he did, wouldn't there be at least a sign or a bruis one his head?

After a few minutes of pondering about what had happened, Arthur just gave up at trying to figure what had happened, and ask Guias to see if he knew, so he quickly picked Merlin up off the ground, into his arms, and ran as fast as he could to Guias's chamber's.

When Arthur kicked the door open, the physician jumped, dropping what ever potion he was working on.

"Merlin! How many times do i have to tell you to-" Guiad started to say as he turned around, but he quickly cut himself off once he saw Merlin's uncounciouse body being carried by Arthur. He ran over as fast as his old body could take him to his ward, who was like a son to him. "What happened?!" he asked as he looked the boy over.

"I don't know. I was out looking for him when I found him like this on the floor down the hall," Arthur answered in a calm voice, even though his faced looked as though it he had been scarred out of hi wits.

"Well, ok." the phyasician quickly let his medical experties take over as he was about to do an observation and see what he should do. ", best to take him to his room, then get some rest. You look like you've seen a ghost and i don't think i want to have to take care of a sick prince and manservent. No complaints."

Arthur opened his mouth to protest but then thought better of it. He snapped his mouth shut, then quickly scrambled Merlin to his room and set him down on his some what of a bed. He double checked to see if Merlin was in a confterble postion then he took a good look around the room. He noticed that the small room was cluttered with books and vials, but what stood out the most to Arthur was about how cramped the room was even with Merlin's bed being as small as it was. To make things worse, there was a huge draft in the room along with the fact that the blankets were very shaggy, and scratched the skin.

How on earth could some one possibely stand living in a place like this?! He could barely stand to be sitting in there. He could'nt even imagain how i was like to spend the night night there, let alone the day. He made himself a mental note to bring up this matter with his father.

Arthur turned to walk out of the door and started to leave when he ran into Guias. Arthur lowered his head in apology, then walked down to the door then left. Deep down in his mind, he was worried sick about the idea of a sick Merlin lying on that craddle of a bed, shivering in the coldest room in the castle. Then he cursed to him self and the unknown god.

A/N: and that's the end of chapter 2 :). R&R, and once again, Happy Easter.