Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin or any of it's characters.
Unbeta'd, all mistakes are my own.
Arthur stood looking at the figure lying before him. A blanket had been pulled over him which disguised the many injuries he had received. It almost looked like he was sleeping peacefully, if not for the stillness.
The only consolation the king had was the rise and fall of his friend's chest.
If he wasn't concentrating so closely he might have missed it but the slow breathing in and out was steady even if just for now.
The remainder of the tent had been cleared with the others wounded in battle being moved back to Camelot where Gaius could tend to them.
The young soldier, Saeth, had advised that Merlin should not be moved immediately. After all that he had done to care for his men Arthur trusted his judgement.
Maybe the boy could go on to help their physician, a life of combat did not seem to suit him.
"Sire." Leon called. Arthur made a low noise.
"Guards will be here until he is well enough to-"
"No." Arthur interrupted.
"Sire?" he was confused.
"I will stay with him." The knight paused, nodded and then left without further question.
A thick mist had enveloped him. It was cold and constricting and without making a large effort Merlin would not have been able to move.
It didn't matter though, he waded though the fog for what felt like hours and nothing changed.
No surroundings made it clear that he was either moving in circles or following a straight path. The way was lost to him.
Although, each time the young man felt the need to stop and think he would forget why and continue walking.
Apologies for a lack of chapter yesterday, my internet failed :'(
