A/N Thank you those who are reviewing, cookies for you Dr Dragon Mistress, new reviewer. I am going to start bringing the stories together in the next couple of chapters; I was planning on my cool but very obvious twist to be in this chapter so you shall soon see what it is. Thank you for the reviews again.
Part 4
The girl walked down the corridors of Camelot, stopping every now and then, her memory of the castle like a faded map. It would take quite some time for her to reach her destination, but she was getting closer, she could taste it in the air, just like the metallic taste of blood lingering in her mouth. Her blood, a constant reminder in the girl's mind that something was wrong here, but she couldn't quite remember what. She ignored her doubts and kept moving. She had a job to do.
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Morgana wandered the corridors alone for a little while, her thoughts weighing heavy on her mind; her nightmares had been getting worse. They troubled her greatly, some of the things she saw...She blamed it on the rain, something that seemed to be so prominent in all of her nightmares lately, twisting the images making them so much worse. And god what things she did see, things that could not possibly come true, yet if they did...
If they did then nothing, she scolded herself for being so silly, they were just nightmares, and even though she had had... doubts in the past she knew they were nothing to be afraid of, just her deepest fears being pulled to the surface of her mind when she lay down to sleep. The rain was nothing more than rain.
Morgana was pulled sharply out of her own head when she noticed someone else in the dark, cold corridor. Gwen. Morgana's relief was sweet but short lived, fizzling out when she saw the state the girl was in. She was soaked from head to toe, but worse and so much more worrying then that was the blood trickling from the corner of the girl's mouth, god what had happened?
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Arthur closed Merlin's door quietly behind him, the worry building slowly within him the more he thought about that small trickle of red that had stood out so vibrantly against the pale of Merlin's skin. He wasn't stupid and he had seen plenty of people with such an illness and though it was dangerous only one had ever coughed up blood, someone old, the coughing had torn up their lungs and they'd died soon after.
And that...was not a pleasant thought to dwell on. Merlin wasn't going to die, he was too stubborn, he'd probably be fine in a few days.
"Gaius, I need to tell you something."
Gaius looked up from his desk, obviously annoyed by the interruption but his face grew worried at the look in Arthur's eyes.
"What is it you wish to say?"
"Merlin's coughing up blood. That hardly seems like nothing to be worried about." Arthur said bluntly, eyes focused on Gaius, being wordy would not help anyone.
"Blood?" Gaius's expression grew grim. "Well, I rather think this changes things quite a bit. This is far worse than I had realised."
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Gwen looked up at the figure approaching with a confused tilt of the head, before recognition filtered in past the strange haze that covered her thoughts like a mist. Her hand grasped the rough wooden handle of an object she had hidden up her sleeve, unsure what to do at the woman's approach. She was meant to go unseen.
"Gwen? Are you ok, you look awful." Morgana was obviously concerned, but it took Gwen a few seconds to register the question, her grip tightened around the wood.
"I-I'm Fine." The words were clumsy and stumbled, like she was speaking a new language and was having difficulty pronouncing the words. "I-I'm on my way to see Gai- Gaius ."
Morgana's face was creased with worry.
"What happened Gwen? How long were you out there?" Morgana's guilt bubbled up with the words, fresh and heavy, Gwen had been out in the rain because of her.
Gwen shook her head hard like she was trying to dislodge something from it, and then took a few steps backwards and away from the kings Ward.
"Not long I - I have to go now." Gwen's hand no longer gripped the knifes handle so tightly, The knife she had stolen from the kitchens, Morgana would be no threat to her, she could feel the cold metal against her flesh, slowly warming up, soaking in the girl's body heat. She knew what she had to do, she couldn't stop.
"Gwen!" Morgana's shout followed her down the hall. She knew the woman would follow, but it didn't matter not now she was so close to her destination and she'd lose Morgana easily.
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The sorcerer was growing impatient in the dark, the girl was taking too long, soon the physical changes of the ill outside would begin and Camelot would see the beasts among the flock...
A/N I feel like I should note that I don't know the first thing about flu. Which I should considering the story... I hope you liked this one!
