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Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin. Wish I did.
(Also there is mention of blood in this chapter. Warning to you all. In case you don't know, this is going to be semi-dark I guess. I might change the rating later.)
Patient #340
Arthur woke up to his father's eyes staring down at him. "Ah. You're awake." Uther said, his eyes flicking to the bars on the window. "I heard you tried to jump a couple of days ago." Arthur yanked at his wrists, tied down to the bed. "You know that trying escape would lead to you being tied and a new window." Uther said and Arthur hissed.
"Let me out, Dad. We've gotta find Elyan!" Uther shook his head. "You're going crazy, Arthur," Uther pushed Arthur's bangs out of his eyes before turning heel. "Once you feel better, you may come home."
Arthur screamed, thrashing in his bed. He felt liquid running down his arm but he paid it no mind. He'd gotten worse wounds in the knight's battles. "Father!" Arthur screamed. His voice was hoarse, parched, and Arthur was tired. But he was determined to get his father's attention.
"Father! Father!" Arthur screamed louder before doctors and nurses rushed in. "Arthur," one of the doctors knelt before him, and Arthur screamed louder. A prick in his thigh made him yell before he fell backward on the bed.
"This will calm him for a while." the doctor said quietly before Arthur slid into unconsciousness.
Patient #420
Gwen heard her husband's cries for his father and she sighed. He always visits whenever Arthur is at his weakest and brings out Arthur's sensitive side. She hated that. Uther didn't deserve to visit Arthur; he'd restricted Arthur's mother to come in. She was a wonderful women, and Gwen had hoped to see her more often; but she'd been sent away years before Arthur turned eighteen.
Gwen wished that Arthur and her could speak again, but Arthur wasn't allowed to hang out in the common room for a week (after all he'd tried to escape and that was a "crime"). Gwen didn't see why but she did notice how the doctors kept throwing glances at each other; and she'd awake with pin pricks of needles biting into her skin. She remembered a scratchy woolen blanket, sliding over her skin, and silk in her hands.
She remembered pale skin under her fingertips; strings waiting to be fastened; and another boy waiting in the front of the hall, besides her husband, staring proudly at her. Gwen's eyes drifted toward her window. Would a fall from this height kill her? Perhaps. She can't dare attempt it, though, because then she'd end up like her idiot husband and her rooms options would become limited.
Something was wrong. Gwen felt like something was missing. Maybe it was just a bad feeling; it happened before. Gwen quickly slipping into her bed and closed her eyes, blocking out the nightmare creeping up on her.
Patient #103
"What I think is that everyone should, at least for one night, go out drinking. It'd enrich their lives, doctor." Gwaine remarked while his doctor just glared at him. "Gwaine, but some people don't like alcohol." She said before knocking his hand off the booze on the table. "Don't touch that." She hissed before writing something down on her clipboard.
"It's just one night! They can live with it! You can put one of these one them, like you do with me!" Gwaine pulled up his pant leg to reveal a little buckle of technology. "See? Like, you can shock them if they get more than a night's worth!"
His doctor pursed her lips and sighed. "Gwaine, I don't know why Uther placed you in here. You're poor, you've got nothing in your name except dirt, and you're a drunk." she sighed. "Maybe you'd be better off in rehab. Not here. We're not equipped to handle you." she pointed her finger accusingly at him.
Gwaine bit his lip. He'd been of "royal" blood before. His father was; before he died and Gwaine's relatives took all of his father's money and left him and his mother in the dirt. The only reason he'd gotten in at Pendragon's was because he was discussing tales of knights and King Arthur.
Uther heard and threw him in here; and Gwaine never forgot how Uther looked so happy, locking away a person. "He's a drunk," Gwaine heard Uther tell his doctors. He gets a new one every week. They switch out because no one can handle him. Gwaine's eyes drifted toward the drink on the table.
It popped open silently and the bottle tipped over, spilling on the doctor's coat. She shrieked before throwing off her coat, screaming about it burning. Gwaine noticed the boy sitting silently on the windowsill, a smile on the edge of his lips before he disappeared.
Gwaine didn't touch the drink.
Patient #302
Percival wasn't stupid. He knew Arthur was the Once and Future King, reborn into the world. But his father knew too, which was why Uther managed to gather almost everyone into one area.
Uther tracked each and every knight of the round table; capturing them and placing them in different areas. Gwen's brother was away in Iceland struggling to remember things Percival learned a long time ago. Percival's father had quickly explained everything to him, when Uther's men were banging on the door.
Percival was taken away and his brain was studied. After confirming, yes he did remember, Uther locked him away. Percival knew that Gwaine wasn't there was had comfort in that. Gwaine would rescue them and everything would be okay. Until he got captured and locked away too.
What Percival couldn't figure out, the one person his father didn't explain was the person named Merlin. The name came at random times, his mind struggling to remember a face to the name. But, sluggishly, his own brain couldn't remember the face.
Percival often thought about what he looked like. Tall, dark hair, dark skin? Or short, light hair, and light skin? Percival's thoughts ranged from everything. Nothing seemed quite right though. Percival felt confided, one day, he'd met Merlin. And then he'd know.
Patient #510
Morganna heard the screams before Uther swept into her room. His coat billowed out like a cloak and he smiled a shark smile. "How are you today, Morganna?" he purred before sinking down onto the sheets, where red stained the white. "Maybe we should get them to loosen the restraints, eh?" Uther sighed before stroking Morganna's hair.
"To think, out of all of them, you are going to be the worst to contain." he sighed before loosening up the ropes just slightly. Morganna whimpered, pulling just slightly before Uther shook his head.
"No. I'll have them give you medication before bed. That way, your nightmares can't hurt you." Uther said before standing up. "Don't worry, Morganna, you'll be out in no time." he replied to her shriek of terror. "And then we'll get Arthur to believe and the others, too. Then we'll all be happy." Uther cried, his coat sweeping past the floor.
"Won't that be just gr-" Uther suddenly slipped and fell down and Morganna stifled a giggle. Looking toward the doorway, she noticed a pale man peering down, the tiniest smirk on his face. As Uther struggling to his feet, the man disappeared. Morganna kept quiet, and turned away.
Patient #250
Lancelot knew Uther was visiting. He'd noticed how the doctors got more nervous, the nurses more agitated and forgetful. Fearing their jobs being lost, they'd try to make their memory sharper and things. Most of the time it would work, but not a lot. Uther didn't wait for nurses or doctors, he waltzed in.
He looked over to see Lancelot in a drugged state of mind, a smile on his face. "You drug him?" Uther looked behind to see the nurse who squeaked before nodding. "It's the only thing to slow down his memory. He already remembered that he had pale skin." Uther looked horrified. "You have to drug him?" The nurse nodded. "It's nothing harmful. It's new medication that won't allow itself to be addicted. It breaks itself away at the last moment in order for the body to eat and sleep and make sure that it doesn't get addicted."
Uther nodded, his eyes peering downward. "Perhaps a visit would help him?" the nurse swallowed. "I'll call his doctor." she motioned toward the desk which Uther swiftly approached.
Patinet #1
Freya heard footsteps. Her feet were cold. Her arms were numb. Keys scraped against locks, a door creaked open. Freya's sobs were muffled by chloroform.
She'd wake up in another room. Ready for the doctors to do tests on her. Freya's last thought was about her magic. They'd drained her of it, how was she suppose to live?
Patient #0
Merlin's thought process throughout the whole hospital kept going to hurting Uther. He'd stuck him in first, tried to drain his magic, and then kill him. It didn't work, since Merlin just regenerated his magic (after all, he was magic itself) and everything was just messed up.
Merlin stayed away from the door, out of sight. "Where is he?" he heard Uther call, a key scraped. Merlin stayed hidden, melting into the shadows. "Doctor, where is he!?" Uther screamed and the doctor stammered, opening the door quickly.
Merlin slipped out unnoticed, as Uther and the doctor came in. He fled quickly to the shadows' comfort. They'd protect him as long as he held onto his believe. Merlin wasn't scared, oh no. He was angry. Shutting the door with a bang, he trapped Uther and the doctor.
Then, he began to think of a plan.
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