Drunken Merlin this time! Arthur's POV. Or anybody really, but I meant it to be Arthur. Please Review. I don't own.
"What exactly are you doing, Merlin," I asked pulling Merlin from the floor.
"Heheh, pretty," Merlin said in wonder.
"What's pretty?"
"The lights. Oh, they're spinning. Bad lights!" Merlin began whacking around at invisible opponents.
"What exactly—" I began, but I was interrupted by a shout.
"Must save!" Merlin screamed.
"What do you have to save?"
"Arthur," Merlin began struggling with me.
"Okay Merlin, we're getting you to Gaius now,"
"Yay! Home!" Merlin squealed.
"You need some sleep. Lots of sleep," I say, beginning to half walk half drag him to Gaius.
Note to self: Never make Merlin drunk.
