A/N: Will Arthur be able to save Merlin? Read to find out!

As Arthur kissed him, Merlin wondered if this was his heaven. It seemed like it would be, but Merlin knew that this dream-Arthur could never replace the real Arthur. His Arthur.

Somewhere far away he could hear his Arthur calling to him. "Don't you dare die, Merlin. Don't you leave me!"

Tears pricked at Merlin's eyes and he broke the kiss, gazing into dream-Arthur's eyes.

"Am I going to die?"

Arthur's face fell and he stroked Merlin's cheek tenderly. "I don't know."

Merlin's breathing was rough, and Arthur knew that he needed to get Merlin to Gaius immediately. He wasn't sure how deep the wound was, but he knew it was deep enough to claim his servant's life. He urged his horse to go faster, wishing that his mount would suddenly sprout wings. Merlin groaned quietly.

"Don't you dare die, Merlin. Don't you dare leave me!"

Arthur's anxiety was lessened when he saw the familiar white stone walls of Camelot. He galloped into the courtyard, almost trampling a few unobservant guards.

"My lord," one guard said, restraining the prince's horse. "Why-?"

"We were attacked," Arthur said shortly, quickly dismounting and carefully taking Merlin's limp form into his arms. "Tell my father they need aid."

The guard nodded and ran off as Arthur hurried to the court physician.

"Gaius!" Arthur shouted, struggling to open the door.

Gaius opened it and Arthur saw the heartbreak on the old man's face when he saw Merlin.

"He was stabbed. Please hurry."

Arthur laid Merlin on the cot by the fireplace, and Gaius began trying to stop the bleeding. Arthur's shirt was stained with the blood of his friend.

"My lord, perhaps-"

"I'm staying," Arthur said defiantly, not taking his gaze away from Merlin.

Gaius said nothing more, and he was able to stop the bleeding as best he could, but he wasn't sure whether there was any serious internal damage. Only time would tell.

Arthur refused the comforts of his chambers. He stayed up the entire night, sitting by Merlin's side, watching the slight rise and fall of his servant's chest. Every breath was a blessing to Arthur.

But the greatest blessing of all was when Merlin finally opened his eyes two days later.

Merlin's vision was hazy, and he blinked several times, trying to clear his sight. He heard a sharp intake of breath and stiffly turned his head. At first he couldn't recognize the face due to the glaring sun behind the figure, but as his eyes adjusted, he saw, with delight, that it was his Arthur.

"Merlin, thank god you're all right," he sighed with relief, an overjoyed smile on his face. "I thought I was going to lose you."

Merlin stared at the prince in surprise; he was that worried about Merlin? When he tried to speak, he began coughing; his throat was very dry. Arthur immediately fetched him a glass of water. Now who's waiting on whom? Merlin thought amusedly, but was happy that Arthur seemed so concerned about him.

"How long have I been out?" Merlin asked finally when he regained his voice.

"Two days," Arthur replied.

"And how long have you been here?" Merlin asked slowly.

Arthur ducked his head down, but Merlin could still see the blush on his face. "I was afraid to leave you; I wanted to make sure I had time to say good-bye if…" He couldn't bring himself to finish the thought.

"Arthur…" Merlin didn't know what to say.

Arthur cleared his throat. "Well, I should tell Gaius you're awake."

And with that Arthur strode out of the room, leaving Merlin to his thoughts.

A/N: How many of you thought that I would actually kill off Merlin? I'm not that cruel!

So there's only 1 chapter left... Reviews=the final chapter of this Merthur story. Review! :)