Some angst and inferred character death. Merlin's POV. I don't own Merlin. Hope you like this.
Pain, the throbbing pain was everywhere. It coursed through my veins and engulfed me. It stung and burned. I drifted in and out of consciousness never more than partially there. I could feel large tears rolling down my eyes.
"Merlin!" I heard Arthur scream but I couldn't answer him. My mouth wouldn't move. I couldn't comfort him. Somehow this inability hurt more than the gaping gory knife wound in my back. The immeasurable pain I would cause them all, Arthur, Gwen, and Gaius hurt worse than any wound possible. I don't envy them. I would never envy them of this.