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Like the Soil Yearns for the Rain
Chapter Two
Arthur was woken by the sound of a blundering idiot making his way down the hall, opening the Prince's door and slamming it. He would have yelled, or at least told him off, for all the noise but there was no point. Merlin would never change his ways.
"Morning sire!" Merlin greeted cheerfully.
What the hell has he got to be so happy about, Arthur thought.
Merlin watched his master, hoping him to say something today. An insult, a yell, a scream, a simple hello…anything. But Arthur didn't move, didn't make any attempt to say a thing. His face, Merlin saw, was stuffed into one of his many pillows and the covers were almost right up, the only part of Arthur Merlin could actually see was the top of his blonde shaggy hair.
Even though he had not moved or spoken Merlin knew he was awake. It was a rare day when Merlin found his master asleep.
"You need to get up Arthur," Merlin tried again to get him to say something, "You have a meeting with your father before breakfast. Then after breakfast you have training, don't forget you told Sir Kay you'd help him with that…thing today." Merlin had long since given up learning the technical terms of swordplay, it didn't really matter anyway, Arthur knew exactly what he meant when he said 'thing', 'whatsamacallit', 'thingamajig' and the various other expressions he used when he simply had not a clue what he was talking about.
Merlin didn't know what he had said but whatever it was must have worked because the next thing the brunette knew, Arthur moaned out loud, rolled over and jumped out of bed.
Arthur stretched sleepily, then moved over to him manservant who readily helped him to get changed.
Merlin hurried him out of the room and into the King's throne room. He was about to shut the door behind him when the Uther told him to, "Leave us." Merlin shrugged, while he was waiting he might as well get a head start on the days duties, starting on Arthur's room.
The young man sighed heavily. Since they had arrived back at Camelot from rescuing Gwen, Arthur had been extra messy and while the young Prince was not that much of a messy person normally he was almost as bad as Merlin these days! Merlin didn't mind being a messy person because frankly he hardly ever cleaned his own room but it annoyed him when Arthur was messy because it was his job to clean it all up.
After picking up Arthur's clothes, from the floor where he'd shed them, he made Arthur's bed, tidied up a few random things around the room then went down to the kitchens to get breakfast. He smiled sweetly as Kate, a cook who had a soft spot for him, handed him Arthur's food and a little something special for himself. Then he made his way back to Arthur's room with a tray of bread, fruit, meat, water, wine and anything else the Prince might happen to feel like this morning.
Carefully he nudged the door open with his toe and walked over to the table, setting the tray down, careful not to drop anything. He smiled realising this was the first time in a long time that had managed to do something without causing a disaster. Nodding to himself approvingly Merlin put his hands on his hips and turned to shut the door. As he did his newly placed elbow came in contact with the jug of water.
Yelping as he realised his mistake the water tipped and rushed over the table-top, running through every crack and crevice.
Merlin, to say the least, was annoyed. He should have known it was too good too be true, actually accomplishing a task without breaking, ruining, ripping, cracking or drenching anything. In this case it was Arthur's breakfast. The bread was instantly soggy, the meat slimy and the fruit, well, the fruit wasn't too bad, it was only water after all. He sighed in annoyance. There was no way he was cleaning this up the old fashioned way. A simple flick of his hand righted the jug and a few words under his breath had the table and food water free.
No sooner had the words left his mouth Arthur strode through the door. Melrin's heart skipped a beat that had been too close for comfort.
The Prince plonked himself in a chair and pulled the tray of food towards him. Barely glancing at Merlin.
"Sire?" he asked tentatively.
Arthur looked up, startled. "Oh, Merlin. How long have you been there? I didn't even hear you come in."
Merlin was shocked for two reasons. One, Arthur said something, more than something, a whole two sentences and a question. That was more than Merlin had heard him say in weeks. Could it be his friend was finally getting over Gwen?
Two, he hadn't noticed Merlin. To be fair he was used to being ignored by Arthur but walking past him and genuinely not seeing him was a slight worry.
"I've been here the whole time Arthur," he replied.
"Whad du oo ean ta ole ti'e?"
Merlin mentally added a third reason to being shocked. Arthur had barely eaten a thing since they'd been back and now he was eating anything he got his hands onto. Stuffing his face so much that "What do you mean the whole time?" came out as total gibberish.
"Well," Merlin expanded. "I left you with your father, came back and tidied up, went to the kitchens, came back and had just sat your breakfast on the table when you walked in." He was careful to leave out the 'spilled water everywhere then cleaned it up using magic' bit. "Then you sat, I said your name, you asked how..."
"Ok, ok Merlin! I get the picture!" Arthur managed to swallow before talking this time. "I guess I was just a bit distracted, that's why I didn't see you."
"Distracted by what?"
"Oh."
Merlin could tell he didn't want to say.
"Nothing you need to be concerned about."
Merlin nodded his understanding.
"Now," Arthur continued. "When I'm finished I'm going to the training field and I don't need you so I guess you can have some spare time. Do what you want. But after you'll have to clean my chainmail and I'll need you tonight."
"Yes sir."
"Was that sarcasm Merlin?" Arthur eyed him.
"Not at all sire." A cheeky grin playing on his features.
"Well," Arthur stood abruptly and walked over to where his chainmail was. "I'm going now so clean this up then you can go." He slipped the mail over his head, scooped up his sword and opened the door. "Don't forget I'll need you tonight." And with that he exited the room.
Merlin stood there for a while not quite sure what just passed and why. Then he shrugged. Arthur would tell him, someday, what had caused this dramamtic changed in his mood...hopefully.
Merlin picked up the almost empty tray and headed back down to the kitchens, gnawing on a piece of slighty over-cooked bread crust along the way.
Merlin walked through the door to his room. Gaius was out doing his rounds and Arthur was training. He had the rest of the day off and frankly he didn't know what to do with himself. Shrugging he lied down on his bed, shifting around until he found a comfortable position, then he leant down to get his magic book from underneath that loose floorboard. Realising he should have gotten it before getting comfortable as he tried to find that comfortable position again.
About an hour later, when Merlin was indulged in his book, he heard the doors to the Physician's Chambers being busted open and a confusion of worried voices. He heard someone sweeping the table free of...stuff...and the soft 'thud' as a body was placed upon it.
"Merlin!"
It was Gaius.
"Merlin, come here now!"
Merlin groaned as he pulled himself out of bed. As he was putting away his book and opening the door he heard Gaius commanding everyone to leave and a number of protests. But Gaius was hearing none of it.
Merlin came opened his door just as the last few people, knights he saw, were leaving the room. Then his eyes drifted to the table.
His heart dropped.
Arthur lay in the middle of the table unconscious and writhing as if in pain.
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