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Unbeta'd, enjoy Xx
"Merlin! Come on, mate. Wake up." Gwaine shouted.
The other soldier was trying to pull him back. The knight would only injure himself and possibly the other man further if he continued.
He lost his balance and fell back on to the muddy ground just as the Arthur and Leon entered the tent.
"What is going on here?" the king asked, scanning the tent for his manservant and half expecting to find him leaning attentively over a wounded soldier. He stopped dead once he set his eyes on the figure lying before Gwaine.
Leon had noticed as well and started shouting demands to a soldier he didn't recognise.
Other men in the tent previously resting even through his knights fearful shouts started to stir from their beds and look towards the source of noise.
Arthur, though, took no notice.
He was stuck staring at a man wearing what looked to be a cloak of mud a top a once glistening set of chain mail. One trouser leg had been cut off to reveal a bandage wrapped around the majority of the leg.
Arthur's eyes were drawn to the blood seeping through it slowly but continually.
Gwaine had, again, thrown himself over the boy. Merlin.
Nearly forgot to update today, woops. Oh well, hope you enjoyed it!
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