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Disclaimer: Merlin belongs to the BBC
Arthur was not used to waiting... well except for his manservant, and since that was technically what he was doing now... but he shouldn't have to wait for his own manservant! Before Merlin came along everything seemed to run smoother, on time, and it all was a lot more boring. Boring... like waiting... not knowing when Gauis would come out of his small room, and tell Arthur his verdict. As soon as Arthur had come back to the main camp, he had brought Merlin's very still body over to the physician. Merlin had been moved back into his chambers, and know Gauis needed everyone out as he treated his ward. Arthur was a man of action, he quickly grew bored of sitting against the wall, but he couldn't move himself. He should be checking on his knights and talking with the villagers, or even joining in the celebrations. He heard quick footsteps head over to his niche, and looked up to see Sir Leon, and Sir Lancelot. Quickly standing up, he answered before they could even ask " I don't know, I don't know if, WHEN, he will get better, but I am not leaving this spot until I can find something out." He glowered at them for a while ( and my was his princely glower fantastic) before a faint smile crossed Lancelot's lips and he seated himself with a contented sigh against the wall on the other side of the corridor. Arthur scraped his mail against the wall as he too sat on the floor. Sir Leon looked a bit speculative for a few seconds at the thought of the crown prince on the floor, before he perched himself on a window ledge. Everything was quiet, but Arthur could see Lancelot's questions in his eyes, and knew it would only be- "Arthur?"
Damn.
"Yes, Lancelot?"
"What exactly just happened?"
Arthur rubbed his brow and scowled, "Truthfully, I have no idea."