A/N: I know in the first chapter I said that the accident was in 2017 and the start of fic being 2019, BUT as I have a sequel planned and I didn't want to involve coronavirus with that, I pushed it back so the accident was in 2016 and the fic starts in 2018. And seeing as work has no signal I finally managed to finish this chapter!

Morgana sighed as she rushed down the stairs into the tube station. Another overslept morning, another long day at work. Her first day back after the two weeks of sick leave. Once more, starting to run late.

The hustle and bustle of the city only made her more tired, as people rushed onto the train going about their daily business.

"Finally" Morgana muttered as she walked out the tube station. Outside the hospital it was much less busy, yet still had a lot of cars given that it was the main London children's hospital. Luckily she was moving to the NICU at Cambridge hospital, so wouldn't have to bother with the tube. Although she wasn't due to move there for another nine months, as the NICU was currently being rebuilt—it was rather old.

Just in time she thought as she glanced at her watch. As she began to walk up the stairs to the NICU, she saw the fellow night shifters tiredly walking down. Shit. Maybe she was late.

"You're back!" Gwen gasped as she saw Morgana walk into the ward. Gwen was one of Morgana's best friends, after she had started a few months ago. At the time, Gwen had been going through divorce problems and Morgana was extremely tired from her nightmares so they tended to "buddy up". They became fast friends and were pretty much inseparable, as the head midwife had found out.

"I am" Morgana smirked. "How are the babies?".

"One death" Gwen sighed. "But you already knew about that. Let's see, there's a few newer ones, we have a one pounder and also one who needs heart surgery".

"Thanks Gwen" Morgana smiled. "I need to get my schedule". Morgana quickly received her schedule and (as expected) she had the least sick babies, and only three to look after. The ones that were already there two weeks prior and weaning off oxygen, establishing feeding and moving from being bottle or tube fed to breastfed or moving to their local neonatal unit.

After a consultation from the doctor and one of the babies was accepting their bottle happily with looking to moving onto being breastfed, Morgana discharged one of the babies. One home, two more to go home.

Arthur walked around London. He wasn't sure what to do with life. He had a job but he quickly got fired and to his coma and due to his work gap many places were reluctant to take him on. That and he didn't want to work, as he had plenty of money anyway. He began to walk into a road—it was the middle of a city so there wouldn't be cars, would there?

Arthur remembered being on the floor and being helped up by someone.

"Who are you?" Arthur asked with a frown.

"It's me, Merlin" the person that helped him greeted. Ah yes, his lovely psychiatrist.

"Merlin?" Arthur asked as he curled his lip up in distaste. "What are you doing here?".

"Just having a nice horse ride"

"I didn't know you had horses" Arthur remarked. "Hi, Merlin's horse". Unsure of how to act around the horses, Arthur attempted a bow. The prat ended up on the floor once more.

"How about I check you over later tonight?" Merlin asked. "I am currently busy, but I shall be free later".

"You alright there mate?" The woman on the horse next to him asked. She was blonde, tanned and rode a beautiful white horse.

"He's just a simpleton" Merlin chuckled. "You'll be okay, Arthur?".

"Of course" Arthur insisted. He continued to stare at Kate and George.

"I think he's a tad shocked" Merlin chuckled. "Anyway, we have places to be".

"Of course" Arthur eagerly nodded. "It was a pleasure meeting you, your majesty".

"Giddy up Kilgharrah!" Merlin exclaimed as he climbed up onto the horse. "We haven't got all day. Let's go". Kilgharrah neighed and they trotted on. Arthur watched as they went off—seemed to be some sort of hospital. Not that it looked much like a hospital. It looked like a regular London building apart from the blue signs with white writing and the NHS logo on—Arthur had come to know these logos after spending a lot of time in hospital. Great Ormond Street Hospital, the children's hospital. Arthur had heard of it before yet he never knew it was so—well, normal looking. It looked nothing like a hospital, just a regular building in London.

He continued to walk around yet kept finding himself being drawn back to the hospital. After eating lunch and dinner, it was even getting dark when he was walking past the children's hospital once more. It was clearly shift change—nurses and doctors rushed in and out of the hospital. He found himself transfixed on a certain woman—around average height, stunning green eyes and black hair up in a ponytail that looked just around shoulder length. She looked exhausted as she plugged her headphones into her phone and quickly walked away from Arthur in the other direction.

"Well, how's it going?" Merlin asked. Nightfall had rolled around at last.

"Meh" Arthur shrugged. "You tell me, mr horse rider".

"It's just a hobby" Merlin blushed. "It's not that big of a deal".

The door was barged open as a tanned skin blonde walked in. "Well Dr Emrys, I want you on top of me on this desk".

"Morgause" Merlin hissed. "I have a client".

"Whoops" she shrugged. "Please hurry up. I know you want me". She winked before she walked out the room, bending down as she exposed her lacy red thong.

"Sorry about her" Merlin nervously chuckled. "So, how'd it go?".

"I was at that famous children hospital—GOSH—and she was leaving. I think she works there".

"Arthur" Merlin said gently. "What are you saying?".

"I'm saying that she's real! Not just once seen type thing but proper real!".

"That's good then" Merlin smiled. "Now is there anything else you wanted to talk about? As I do have plans so..".

"Good luck with your plans then" Arthur smirked as he left the room.

"So he's finally left then?" Morgause purred as she lay herself down on Merlin's desk and pulled her already short skirt higher.

"Aren't you cold?" Merlin teased.

"That's why I'm here. My personal body heater" Morgause smirked. "Anyway I took the morning after pill so let's get on with it".

"We certainly will" Merlin winked as his lips went crashing onto Morgause's.

"You should go home to Freya then" Morgause sighed as she put her matching bra and thong back on. "I need a fucking back massage. While it was fun to have you take me over the desk it was painful".

"Why not keep Cenred waiting a little longer?" Merlin teased. "After all, you might've simply had a work situation that made you run late".

"Now that is a good idea" Morgause purred. "Now, how about that massage?".

A few days later Arthur found himself walking out of his new flat and into the hallway. He had just upgraded his flat and it had a rather nice view and while a part of him would have loved to stay inside and laze around playing Fortnite, his doctor had said that he had to get out of the house for at least a walk around London. Dr DuLac said that simply therapy alone wouldn't work this prescribing "nature therapy", and encouraging Arthur to do something. He had just moved flats so while at first he was busy with the move things had now settled down.

He was locking up the door when somebody accidentally walked into him.

"Sorry" she giggled as she played with her hair. "Ooh I'm so sorry. I gotta go, I have work".

"Me too" Arthur said as he ran after her.

"And who are you exactly?" Morgana teased as they stepped into the lift.

"I'm Arthur" Arthur smiled. "And you?".

"I'm Morgana" she replied. "Well, I'd love to stay and chat but I have to get to work. See you around".

"That you will!" Arthur exclaimed.

A/N: so yeah! Morgause and Merlin are a thing. I've been thinking about that for a while and decided to make them a pairing as I've never seen a fic with them as a couple before and thought this could be interesting!