I love this chapter personally, even though it's a little short. If you want what I feel would be the full experience, listen to Paper Plane on YouTube by Rin Kagamine. The song fits this perfectly. I was listening to it as I wrote this.
I stood there, neither of us moving. Merlin was crouched, huddled. He looked as though he would collapse. I waited for him to make the first move, if I did it might scare him off after what happened. My heart broke seeing him and knowing I did this. I was the hand that caused those bruises, the black eye, and the arm in a sling. How could I? Even with magic, he was still my friend… I think. The question is more if he thinks of me that way. As soon as the initial anger was gone, I know I'd never do something like that. I would never turn him over to my father—I'd contemplate it, but that's all. I had to fix this.
He stood there; acting like I was a startled deer he was hunting. Would he shoot me? Would he watch as the blood drained out? Did he come to finish what he started? I knew I could never out run him, even in full health without a sprained ankle and useless arm. Do I want to outrun him? His face is cautious, worried. Did he think I would attack him as a last resort? That's what other sorcerers would do. Did he really not know me well enough to know I wouldn't hurt anyone if I could, especially him? Even not knowing my magic, he should know that. Maybe he thinks it was all an act. I wish I could tell him it wasn't, tell him of my loyalty. He would never believe me. He hates magic, plain and simple. Therefore he hates me. I wish he'd never walked in.
The next chapter is going to be the flashback. Please review!