Okay okay, I deserved to smacked around by those waiting. But to hold you over till I finish writing Chapter 4, here is a 2380 word chapter!
Also, all spelling and grammar mistakes are mine and well... please just ignore them? :D
*** TRIGGER WARNINGS***
Chapter 3
Merlin POV
Arthur. That was all I could possibly think about as the tears flowed. That moment was so perfect. So beautiful. But gone. I wanted him to stay, but how important was the phone call? Did he need help? Oh gosh, the fight! How-
I ran off to the set just in time to Arthur hit down a guy. He looked in utter shock, disbelief across his face. Then just as suddenly another guy came from behind and hit him down, making blood spray from his back. I ran as fast as I could towards him, my adrenaline pumping fast.
"Arthur no!" I heard myself say. I grabbed his sword. The world span and became surreal as I ran. One guy down. Another. Blood. Whiteness. Someone yelling. Pain. Darkness.
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Beep.
Huh?
Beep.
Where am I?
Beep.
What's going on?
Beep beep.
Why are people shouting?
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
What's happening?
Morgana? Is that you?
Dead?
Merlin?
Me?
Both?
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(Trigger warning beyond here)
Sadness is not a good feeling. No hope is even more so. If you knew what I was going through, well, you wouldn't. No one knows what I'm going through. No one can feel it. No one.
"Morgana? Follow me please" The Doctor called.
Look at all these people. Everyone of them has either someone in the hospital, already, waiting, or coming out. Everyone of them has to feel something. Sadness I guess. Maybe no hope, maybe just pain. Death, hoping for death. So there is no more pain. Maybe they are all happy inside, happy for their troubles to be over with. Maybe happiness is all the have left, like that little boy in the corner with his iPad. I can see the bright flashing colours coming from the game. Some sort of shooting game. Maybe he's mad and shooting things to make him feel better, shooting the bad things out of whoever has an injury, illness or health problem. Poor little guy. What about that women over there? Black mascara dripping down her face. Black tears of death perhaps. I can tell she's certainly not happy. Her shoulders are bunched up, shaking. Everything has a rainbow flash from whatever my eyes happen to lay upon. I felt dizzy, nauseous. As I walked through the rows and rows of seats, I saw the door opening before me, and a long hallway after it. It seemed to stretch on forever, never ending with lined up doors every 2 metres. How many patients were in here? How many floors replicated this? Is Arthur in this room right now? Or is he somewhere down along the hallway? We walked for a bit, down the never ending hallway, colours bouncing off like vibrating lasers. Until the doctor stopped. I nearly bumped into him. A million things flashed through my mind as he asked me if I was alright.
"Morgana? Are you ready to go in now?"
I needed to snap out of it. I felt I was stuck in some sort of god forbidden matrix. All I managed was to squeak out a "mhm". He opening the door. This was it.
At first all I saw was a flash of white from the fluorescents. Then I saw Arthur lying there. He was covered in scrapes and cuts, his left leg perched up in a cast. He has a neck cast on, and blood seeping through some of the bandages on his arms. He was awake, and I heard a faint "Morgana".
"Arthur? Oh my gosh" I raced over looking him in the eye. "Oh gosh, how are you? Does anything hurt?"
"mmm" was all he managed to moan out. I looked at the doctor.
"Well he broke his left leg, luckily it was only a small break. And his neck is badly damaged, mainly from a sword that nearly cut his throat open. Luckily the other problem we're worried about is some memory issues. He may be forgetting certain objects, names, or places he has been to recently. We would also like to tell you that no press or media are allowed through our doors for privacy reasons.
"Oh that's good. So he'll be okay? How long do you think he will take to recover?"
"I would say about 4 months physically. And depending on how tough he is, 6 to 10 months psychologically. If his memory deteriorates any further, he may have memory loss for a few years or life depending in the severity. I'll leave you too alone for a minute now" With that, the doctor left leaving the door ajar.
I looked around the room for a moment. The walls were white of course, and there was a window across from the door to my right. It looked over the outlining streets of London. Ealdor was about an hours drive away, and this was the closest hospital capable of supporting the injuries. I felt bad that I wasn't there to help. I had been on the other side of Ealdor, taking photo's with the media and giving reports on what the filming schedule was like. When I heard the news, I raced over as fast as I could, only to see the damage had already been done. Ambulances were everywhere, taking the most serious injuries, and others jumping into cars to drive along side them. The security wasn't prepared for a media and press attack, so all the photos of the assault were leaked. Half of the world went into chaos over it. When I heard a sound come from Arthur, I turned back to reality staring at the blooming bright flowers on the window sill.
"Arthur?" I asked gently.
"Morgana. Hey" He looked up and smiled painfully. He looked so hurt, so much pain.
"Does it hurt bad?" I asked
"Mmm, heh. No, just- just a little" I smiled at him. Always the stubborn one. "How are the others?" he knitted his eyebrows together.
"I haven't checked yet. I will though" I leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.
"What... what about Merlin?" He asked. I didn't want to tell him. I really didn't. He alive, but just barely. Some major surgeries had been preformed on him.
"Morgana?" he eyes turned into something more than fear and question. "Tell. me. What happened?"
"I- He- might not be okay" I squeaked out.
"Morgana?" He gripped my hand tightly pulling me closer. "What happened? Where is he?" He gritted his teeth. I didn't want too, he doesn't deserve to hear it in this condition.
"Morgana!" he yelled. The doctor peeked through the door. "What happened to Merlin!" The doctor and the nurse entered, adding some sort fluid to his IV. "No! Merlin! Take me to see him! No!" His yelling and thrashing slowed as he fell asleep from the sedative. Another nurse showed me out of his room. I couldn't do anything. I was still shock from the gripping of my wrist. He had a tight grip on it.
"Would you like to see the others or go back home?" The short, brown haired nurse asked me gently.
I didn't want to go back home, where my thoughts could fly freely.
"Take me to see Gwaine"
When I walked into the room, I saw no change in decor. Bleak dreary white walls, coated in white curtains with dull flowers that showed the only hint of colour in the entire hospital.
"Hey sweet girl" He smiled his cheeky grin.
"Hey yourself. How have you been?" I asked curiously.
He looked out the window, brow cursed in thought. He turned back to her. "Well to be honest, I've been better. Although the food here is absolutely horrid. I got fries and chicken that tasted like potatoes and ducks!" He smiled again. Oh Gwaine. You and your humour.
"Well, at least your cheery. I just..." I stopped from ranting to look at this face. I didn't want to bore my only awake friend back to death.
He smiled. "Rant on all you like. Anything for you, Morgana, and possibly that hot nurse over in 45"
We laughed together at that. It felt so good to just trust in someone and let everything out. To feel free.
"So, um, how much do you remember?" I asked. "I don't even remember much myself"
He sat up a little straighter "I remember talking to a producer and some other people, and then boom! These weird people came out. Next thing I know I'm lying here days later'
"It was utter chaos, plus having the media didn't help" I said, frowning.
"Did I make any front covers?" He interrupted, smiling.
I rolled my eyes. "Go check for yourself" I laughed, smiling sinisterly.
"Crazy women. Argh" He groaned in pain, lying back down.
I grabbed his hand smiling. "I'm just glad your okay. I'll you to your rest". With that I got up and left, walking to the lounge area. The doctor walked over to me smiling.
"Good news Morgana, both Arthur and Merlin will be okay". I was ecstatic. They gave me all the information I needed, and that I should come back tomorrow. The surgery for his spine would take place tomorrow, the sooner the better the doctor told me. Merlin would recover in a few weeks, with a back brace for 6 months. The other crew members and cast were okay, only one other person from the production company was seriously injured.
The next morning, I walked into the hospital, checking in at the front desk.
"Please go down the stairs on your right, to ward C3. Thank you"
I headed over to the stairwell, cautiously walking down. Even though the hospital itself was brand new, they hadn't finished building some of the basement yet. I felt I was walking into an asylum of some sorts. However, I had no trouble finding the area C3, clearly labeled with a nice looking wooden door. I walked in and saw a room off to the left, with an MRI machine and operating room. To the right was another door, to which I opened to find a nice long hallway, metal walls with metal, padded doors, disappearing into the dark of the hallway. I was never a fan of horror, I hated the way light of the hallway only stayed with me, the darkness capturing the doors in front and behind me. It was only a few metres I went, but soon I felt odd, like I was not meant to be here, something was wrong. I blinked and suddenly found myself back at the waiting room of C3. The door to my right was gone, instead a short hallway, with only 3 door existed there. Everything was well lit, and the doctor from yesterday was walking out of the second door.
"Welcome Morgana. Arthur's surgery is just about to start, would you prefer to be inside the room with him or watch from outside?"
I gulped in air, feeling light headed. "I think I'll watch from outside. The scent of medical equipment is getting to me" I nervously laughed.
"Alright. The surgery should take around an hour, then we'll move him to recovery room for the next few days. If everything goes well, he should be fine. If not, we'll tell you immediately"
"Thanks, I hope he'll be okay" I said with a hopeful smile.
"I'm sure he will. My name is Dr. Smith by the way. My assistant, Kelise, and her team will be helping with the operation. Spinal injuries require lots of focus and concentration, so if you need anything, our friend Dr. James will be watching as well". As if on que, a young man, who I assumed Dr. James walked out of the door to our right. He was young, very buff, and handsome.
"Hello Doctor and-"
"Morgana"
"Morgana. I'm Dr. James, but you can call me Percival. Nice to meet you" He spoke deeply, extending his hand out as a formal, yet somehow flirty handshake. I smiled at him through my eyelashes. Utterly delicious.
Dr. Smith coughed, walking into the operating room to get started. I watched for the next hour as Arthur started to have his back opened, and this tiny metal bit inserted at the base of the spine. I made small talk with Percival, knowing that Arthur was indeed still my boyfriend, and I loved him more than anything. He hasn't told me yet, but I had very strong feeling he was bisexual. Him and Merlin were like the two shy high school kids who knew they shouldn't date, but wanted to anyways. I was surprisingly alright with it, as long as he broke up with me before he moved on. I would hate to walk in on them, but if he told me, I think I would be understanding.
About 45 minutes past, they suddenly stopped working and stepped away. "Are they done?" I ask Percival, eyeing him.
Well either that, or-" He gave me a look. One that I didn't like. One that made me back up. One that said death. I got flustered, what if he had died? How could he? They weren't working on the heart or anything. It was just spine for crying out loud. I peered into the room, watching and Dr. Smith walked out, gloves still covered in blood.
"Morgana, we have encountered, a, problem of sorts. His spine is incompatible with out holder. We put the piece in, and well to put it this way, his spine snapped. He's gone into a coma. And his spinal cord is broken. He can try to fix it, but as for the coma, we have no idea when or if, he will ever get out of it. I'm sorry".
I backed up against the wall, not sure what to say. All I knew was that my boyfriend, Arthur, may or may not die. It seemed death was the more probable answer. I fell backwards, blacking out.
Sorry for the late updates! I've been busy streaming and finishing highschool, which take up ALL of my time. You can check out my stream here ( /EpsilonFreak) if you would like.
