HOLA ALL! I thought it was time to post the next chapter of this story, seeing as how people keep asking me not to kill Merlin. Read and see!
Arthur was shocked. First he had found out that Merlin was a sorcerer, now Merlin was lying here in his arms, not breathing. He had no idea what to do. He knew if he took his hands off Merlin's wrists, the bleeding would increase. It had been 10 minutes now, and no-one had come. There was obviously no guards in the vicinity, otherwise they would have come running at his call. Tears started to leak out of Arthur's eyes and down his face, leaving clear trails. He had never cried over a servant before, but to him, Merlin was more than a servant to Arthur, he was his best friend, and if he was honest with himself, which Arthur was in this particular moment, Arthur had feelings for Merlin, the kind a man should have for a woman according to his father, but in Arthur's case, he had always liked men, and ever since Merlin had started working for him, he had wormed his way into Arthur's heart, slowly but surely.
Still with tears streaming down Arthur's face he let go of Merlin's wrists and pulled his arms around the skinny boy, crying harder over a death than he ever had before. His face was buried in younger boy's neck, tears leaking from his eyes onto Merlin's bared skin. As he was crying into Merlin, he didn't notice the yellow light emanating from Merlin's wrists, healing the self inflicted wounds. It was just after this happened that Merlin took in a deep breath as he came back to life.
Merlin opened his eyes, taking in where he was. Why he was on the floor of Arthur's bedchambers was beyond him. Then he noticed all the blood on the floor, and Arthur's short sword unsheathed next to him, as he was on the floor next to the chair. He then realised that Arthur was holding onto him, sobbing into his neck, with blood all over his hands. He pulled Arthur away from him. "Where's all the blood coming from? Are you alright, sire?" Arthur looked up, shocked to Merlin alive and breathing. Arthur looked at Merlin, putting his hands on either side of Merlin's face, checking him over, looking at his wrists, looking intently into his eyes, and when it appeared that nothing was wrong he pulled Merlin into his arms, holding him tightly, as if never wanting to let go of Merlin, who at that particular point was more concerned with all the blood on the floor. Merlin felt a bit awkward being sat in Arthur's lap, and being held so tightly in his arms that he pulled away fairly quickly, leaving Arthur sitting in the pool of blood looking shocked. He quickly pulled Arthur up out of the blood pool, so that he could clean the stone floor as quickly as possible. When he saw that Arthur's clothes were also blood soaked, he quickly undressed and redressed a still shocked looking Arthur, quickly disposing of the blood soaked clothes. He then went to the storage room nearby, and pulled out cleaning materials, still not noticing the state his clothes were in, and walked back to Arthur's room to commence the cleaning.
During the cleaning up of Arthur's room, Merlin was lost in thought. He had no idea why there was blood on the floor or where it had come from. He was also puzzled as to why he had felt something different when in Arthur's lap, the feelings that he had been experiencing toward Arthur. Why this had happened he had no idea. Once he had finished cleaning, he noticed the state that his clothes were in, and went to the area that Arthur had demanded that Merlin have in Arthur's bedchambers (for convenience, Arthur had said) and quickly changed into some fresh clothes, and disposed of his ruined clothes and ruined cleaning equipment. He then moved over to Arthur, checking to make sure that he was not hurt in any manner, even though he had done a quick cursory check when he had changed the shocked Arthur to make sure that there was no major injuries. This time he did a more thorough check, and after finding that there was no injuries at all, and the only blood on Arthur was on his hands, he cleaned Arthur up, and placed him back on the bed.
As Merlin went to pull the covers back up to cover him, Arthur pulled Merlin into the bed, holding him close, whispering in his hair. Merlin strained to catch what he was saying and eventually he caught it. Arthur was saying "Merlin, please don't use magic to slice your wrists again, you mean way to much to me. Please don't leave me Merlin, I know you haven't been happy these last few weeks after what happened with Mordred, but I'll find a way to make you happy again, I promise." Merlin pulled away from Arthur again, only enough to see his face. Arthur looked up at Merlin, who had a confused look on his face. "I'm sorry what? You know about my magic? And slicing my wrists? And what is all this about Mordred and not being happy the past couple of weeks? The last thing I remember is being in the stocks for you every day for a week over that whole Sophia thing!"
HAHAHA! Yes I am very Evil! First I kill Merlin, then I give him amnesia! What next I wonder!! R&R!!