As always, thanks for the support, my dear padrepedro. Apologies for being a day late, I was in a vaccine induced fog so I naturally forgot.
Not mine, dear Merlin.
In The Line Of Duty
Chapter 13
Merlin discarded the shirt behind him—where all the other articles of clothing were thrown haphazardly—without even looking, knowing it would land on the bed or the floor. Scrutinizing the stab wound with all the accuracy he could manage, Merlin came to the conclusion that the bleeding had almost stopped. There was a lot of dried blood that had to be cleaned.
He opened his medicine bag and analyzed the best ingredients with which to treat Arthur's wound. He just needed some hot water and a table to mix his potions and other remedies. Merlin cleared his throat and looked towards Tyrion, with his eyes blown wide expectantly, who was still sitting on the bed in front of him, on Arthur's left side. Merlin speculated as to whether he should go ahead and talk or wait until the man got his point.
"You can speak now. What is it, boy?" The man asked in his scratchy voice. Merlin sighed, glad that he understood and started spouting a list of all that he needed.
"Can I pull up a table over here?" Merlin gestured subtly to the foot of Arthur's bed.
"And I need a pot full of hot water and some bowls and spoons." Merlin said in a rush, wary of accidentally pissing off the creepy man.
Wooten turned his dark gaze, flashing gold suddenly, from Merlin to a nearby table that swiftly slid across the floor and came to a stand-still right where Merlin had pointed.
"Go on, you'll find your supplies in those cupboards over there. And there are a few chamber pots with fresh water lining that wall." Tyrion said as he nodded his head towards the far wall, opposite the entrance.
There were two cupboards on the left corner and a line of half a dozen chamber pots beside them. On the right corner, a closed metal door was flanked by wooden shelves filled with herbs, roots, stems, flowers, potions, scientific instruments and other medicinal supplies on both sides.
"No sudden moves or clever ideas, boy. Be warned. Your dear knights will be the ones to suffer for it." Tyrion ground out threateningly through his gritted teeth.
Merlin nodded to him and continued his work. He couldn't risk using his magic but he could use his knowledge as a physician to help Arthur.
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"Look there, Merlin. See what I found." Arthur said after walking a few feet in the direction of the flowing water. Merlin looked up and saw him pointing at a bend in the river's path where something shiny glinted.
"I believe that must be our lost dishes. Now come along."