Lancelot was the first to be at the warlock's side. He was closely followed by Arthur. Leon, Gwaine, Percival, and Elyan all loomed behind them. They kept their distance, but watches. None of them wee as close to Merlin as Arthur and Lancelot were; nor had they known him as long.
Lancelot shivered as he took Merlin's shoulders in his hands and rolled him over. He stared at the blank eyes and gaping mouth as he tried not to pull back from the cold. "I am so sorry," the knight began.
"He can't be..." Arthur whispered as he lunged forward. "You idiot clotpole, wake up."
"My...'ord," whispered Merlin through chattering teeth.
"What?" Arthur said. "Merlin? Merlin?" Arthur looked at the other knights to confirm he wasn't hearing things. They nod.
Arthur jumps up. "Ok! We need to get him out of here NOW! He needs warmth... lots of warmth. We will burn anything. Come on, we have little time."
Percival stepped forward, he carefully lifted Merlin as the others went for wood. When they, Arthur and Percival with Merlin in his arms, reached the camp, the burly knight lay Merlin on the ground. Both men stripped off their cloaks and wrapped them around Merlin as well as many blanket they could find.
When Gwaine, Leon, Lancelot, and Elyan returned with wood, Merlin was wrapped in five layers and then as Arthur started a massive fire, the others wrapped their cloaks around him. But, still he shivered.
As Arthur poked the fire, the sun rose over the horizon. A tired smile creased the corners of his mouth and he knew everything would be OK. This was Merlin after all.