Wassup? How ya been? So yeah, here's (finally) what happened.
Merlin heard the door open, it was a far off scraping sound. A man with a head of thick, brown curls entered. Merlin didn't know or care who it was, he made a desperate choking sound to get their attention and frantically pointed at a blue bottle sitting near the window.
Hot tears began sliding down his face from the pain in his throat and lungs. The man ran to the window and snatched the small bottle. He collapsed next to Merlin and lifted the warlock's head up to rest on his leg so he could swallow the potion better. Merlin sighed at the coolness already spreading inside him and let his head fall back against whoever was holding him.
He opened his eyes to see who had saved him. The lines and plains of his face were blurred through the tears and sweat, but Merlin recognized Mordred immediately. Merlin felt humility settle his chest. Mordred, who he'd been nothing but rude to, had saved him.
Mordred gave him a small, slightly bitter smile. "I'm not like you think I am, Merlin."
If I'm correct, this is my first time writing Mordred. I like it. I might do it more.