In The Line Of Duty

by Ice Girl on Fire

It was just supposed to be a normal hunting trip. But you know how troublesome they always turned out to be. Featuring Merlin, King Arthur, Sirs Gwaine, Lancelot, Percival, Leon and Elyan. Another one of those captivity fics. Magic-reveal if you want it to be.

12. Chapter 12

HAPPY NEW YEAR FOLKS!

I can't believe I 've made it this far, and yes, both in life and this story.

Merlin, its basically called BBC Merlin. Go figure who owns it.

In The Line Of Duty

Chapter 12

Merlin swiped the sweat gathering at his brow irately with his dirty and bloodied sleeve. Tyrion had made the ropes binding his hands disappear with a swipe of his hand after he told him to start. He had thrown his bloody jacket away and taken a deep breath, trying to focus and not caring where his jacket went flying.

He had started by patiently and carefully getting rid of Arthur's armor. The voiders on his arms were easy enough to remove but the huge chest-shoulder piece; hauberk, was a bit harder to get off of him without jostling his injury too much.

After much pulling and jolting Merlin finally tossed all parts of the metal armor onto the bed behind him and assessed Arthur's face, breathing and pulse for any indication of how he was doing.

He was as pale as the sheets beneath him, if not more. Sweat gathered on his pasty forehead where his blond fringe was stuck. Meanwhile, his breathing remained shallow and his pulse jumpy. His closed eyelids remained still and there was a little swollen bump on his right temple where he had been thumped into unconsciousness. Merlin prayed that he didn't have a serious head injury and hadn't lost too much blood.

After the hauberk came the sword's belt and the chain mail with a hole in it stained red, then the fluffy cushioning red jacket, also ripped with a hole and blood visibly soaking it despite its color. Merlin lifted the heavily stained white shirt and let out a heavy breath. This was just the easy part. Now came the hard part. Patching up the stab wound.

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"Oh yeah, look what I also found." Merlin muttered, plucking a snail by its shell off of his shoulder and holding it right in front of Arthur's face.

"Eww. What is that? Your distant relative?!" Arthur replied sourly and moved away with a disgusted expression thrown at the snail. Merlin threw the snail into the undergrowth with an eye roll and walked to the river, splashing his face with water and getting the mud off his clothes.