Merlin had been lucky enough to wake up. He didn't see it that way. Merlin didn't get any sleep that night so it didn't take much to wake up nice and early. The voices never left him alown. They just wouldn't. Merlin was getting sick of them. One time they got so bad that he got up and hit his head against the wall. He had a bruise on his forhead now. That bruise would definatley come up in conversation.
The voices had stopped now. They'd left him for only about 10 minutes. He was just getting used to them being gone. The first thing he did was to wash his face. Ever since the voices had started at night, Merlin had always emerged from his bed, drenched in sweat. That day was no exception. He had to be careful whilst washing, his forhead hurt, and it would hurt more if he pushed the cloth onto it too hard.
Merlin then grabbed Arthur's breakfast from the kitchen's, missing his own. He never ate anything anymore. And headed to Arthur's chamber's to wake him up and give his breakfast to him.
"Rise and shine, Sleeping Beauty!" Merlin called out to Arthur, whilst pulling back the curtains. He tried hard to act casual, but inside he was begining the voices to stay away whilst he was with Arthur.
"Merlin. Shut up." He grumbled from underneath the bedcovers.
"As you wish, sire. But, if you don't wake up now, you'll be late for the knighting, won't you?" Merlin said. Arthur sat bolt upright. He'd forgotten about the knighting.
"Curse you, Merlin." He said sleepily, rubbing his eyes. Merlin threw Arthur's clothes at him and Arthur slipped behind the screen to put them on. "You polished these buttons right?"
"Yes, sire."
"And you-"
"Yes. Breakfast is on the side."
"Oh. When did you get up this morning?"
"Early enough to get a few jobs done."
Merrrliiiinnn. They called to him. This attack was going to bad. One of the worse.
Oh God. No, no, no. They are NOT going to talk to me. I'm going to block you out. LA LA LA LA LA!
"Merlin? I asked what happened to your head." Merlin snapped out of trying to block them out for just a second, a second was long enough. The voices came flooding in. Merlin knew that Arthur would find out, and he couldn't help it anyway. He collapsed into a ball and clawed at his ears. He heard Arthur calling Merlin's name, then he felt Arthur's hand on his side. But the voices were weakening him. So much so that he almost became too weak to breath. Then they stopped, leaving him barely alive. One more attack like that, and Merlin might not be so lucky.