Title: Breathe.
Summary: Arthur watches as Merlin falls gravely ill.
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: Um, illness? A little angsty.
"This…irritates me."
Merlin laughed.
"The fact that I'm dying irritates you?" he said, weakly.
"You're not…" Arthur exhaled carefully. He couldn't even say the word.
"Get better." It was a command, not a request.
"Yes sire" Merlin chuckled.
Then the chuckling became coughing. Then the coughing became wheezing. In an instant Merlin was gasping for air, his chest convulsing desperately. The ghostly pallor of his face shifted from grey to terrifying blue. Gaius rushed around his chambers, frantically preparing medicine. All Arthur could do was grip his manservant's shaking wrist and pray that just this once, Merlin would obey him.
A/N: I probably won't do a 'what happens next' drabble as I'm trying to keep these as one shots and pretty much one of two things can happen. 1) Merlin could die. 2) Merlin could recover. Make your own conclusion, based on how optimistic a person you are ;) Review? Pretty please with a cherry on top?