Ach been away so long. Those who read my profile will know that while in Mexico my lovely lil laptop died :'( Its taken me this long to recover the damn chapter and it isn't really finished but I thought I should at least let people know that I havnt died or something.
Anyway while I was in America visiting relatives the PC people told me my laptop was broken and recovered the memory. Apparently they were liars or idiots as now back in England the laptop happens to work fine. Except of course that they took the memory thing out X( So I have been doing edits on a tablet thing and its a bit of a pain. Thankyou for anyone who still remains with this story though I wouldn't blame you if you have been skiping over the chapters trying to remember what the story is even about :P Thanks and hope you enjoy this small chapter.
Merlin woke up with a cry as pain tore through his chest, dragging him back to the reality of the waking world. The moment it did he threw himself to the side of the bed and was violently sick in to a large bowl that had been left on the floor for that very purpose. Sunlight was shining dimly trough his windows, testament to the fact that at least he'd been able to sleep through the whole night before his final day, but all in all he didn't feel any better for it.
His head hurt, his chest hurt, and after two dry heaves more he was left shaking and shivering on the side of his bed, pale and soaked in sweat. Still feeling as bone tired and weary as he had the previous night when Gillie had found him still perched on the wall, he didn't feel any confidence that he'd be improving before the end.
"You look like hell." A tired voice murmured.
Merlin perched his chin on the bed and didn't look up. He still wasn't sure if it was quite safe to move too far from the bowl just yet. Gillie pushed the door open the rest of the way, carefully eyeing the messy floor as he approached holding a cup of one of Gaius' hellish herbal remedies and trying valiantly not to scrunch up his nose at the smell.
"What time is it?" Merlin croaked slowly pushing himself up in to a sitting position on shaking arms.
"Too late for you to play manservant with the prat," Gillie said sitting down on the bed, " I found him a replacement that will stick around till you get better and the Princess said it was fine."
He didn't add how the King rolled his eyes in disgust, muttering that someone with such a low tolerance he certainly drank alot, or something along those lines that had Gillie itching to leap for his throat before deciding to settle on a far more discreet little jinx that would certainly keep the King busy for the day. Merlin didn't notice his pause. Instead a slight smile curved over his lips, even if it didn't quite reach his eyes.
"Sounds like you've been spending some time with Gwaine." He murmured.
Gillie shook those dark thoughts away and fixed a small smile on his face.
"Yeah he woke up briefly this morning, he's lounging around in the other room."
Merlin didn't need to know any of that, especially when his shoulders were already slumping and the smile so frequently on his face remain studiously absent. Judging he was at least managing to sit up reasonably straight Gillie handed over the steaming mug and watched as the warlock took it numbly and drank from it without hesitation or reaction. Gillie winced at the sight of it before fixing his eyes on the far window.
"You're getting worse aren't you?" He said quietly. In the corner of his eye he saw Merlin nod, "How much longer-?"
"Not long." Merlin murmured.
The silence that settled over them was thick and painful, as if the cold fingers of death were already reaching in to the room and draining the life from its inhabitants. Gillie struggled for something to say, something to make it better but what more could be said after 'I'm sorry' and 'I'll kill the inbred sore excuse for a pratish King if you want?' Nothing that came to mind now really seemed any sorts of right. Not when your best friend and one true hope for years turned on you so harshly, while indirectly and unknowingly slowly beginning to kill you bit by bit. Anything he had to say just seemed inadequate when faced with that. Instead it was Merlin who finally decided to break the silence while staring in to the bottom of his mug as if it were the most mundane thing he had ever seen rather than wondering what exactly it was squirming away in there.
"How's Gwaine?"
"Oh he's coming around slowly. Gaius didn't think it would be for another day or so seeing as the apple was dosed with enough to put out a horse for an hour or so. But its Gwaine so he's not all that surprised he was wrong."
"That's good." Merlin said, he downed the rest for the drink and Gillie took it from him before his shaking hands could drop it.
"Yer he's been mumbling about you, also about donkeys and something called a pudding law which I'm at least fairly certain he's made up. Anyway he should be awake soon."
There was an uneasy pause where Merlin stared at the floor. He still looked pale but the shaking seemed to lessen just a bit. His eyes though had hardened with a painful resolve, the hopelessness in them making Gillie's heart twinge in pity. If Merlin saw this though he didn't comment, seemingly too distant and withdrawn to notice.
"I'm glad, I didn't want to... leave without saying goodbye."
Gillie swallowed heavily.
"So it will be today then?" He asked.
Merlin didn't even hesitate,
"Yes, today." He said quietly.
With that he stood, still dressed in the same clothes from the previous day and walked out to find Gwaine, leaving Gillie behind him to stare off in to space. Gillie still had his magic, but it still seemed there was nothing he could do. Merlin would never fight against his King, not even if his inaction leads to his own death. But that couldn't be the end of this, could it?
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Yeah I know short :( but without my laptop it isn't the easiest to set out. Btw that wasn't the end, there are more chapters, or will be. That would have been the laziest story ending ever.
Sorry guys thanks for your patience :) I am very sorry but hope to get my laptop going asap as well as try writing up the rest of this story on other computers now that I'm back home.
Good luck to all A level students getting their results next week (I'm freaking out) and GCSE students getting yours... at some point (my cousin is freaking out) Try not to worry too much XP
Thanks for the reviews I love them and you guys just rock :D
Thanks for reading
SQ
P.S
Seansay I would love to answer all your questions but It would take a very long time and take up alot of space. Maybe get a profile or something so people can message you? This is a fanfic so Arthur can have some magic if I say so and anyway what about the good ol 'theres a bit of magic in all of us' that I always thought was adorable. Besides in no point of the tv show have they said he is without magic in any trace or form and I blamed it on Nimuhe, born of magic-has magic, not that far off. The only other thing I remember you mentioning which is short is the two sides of the coin, which means a lot of different things to lot of different people so erm, yeah I cant remember your problem with that.
Anyway I'm gonna go get some more sleep. Usually I would be rewatching the Merlin advert by now but meh, sleep good.
